CHAPTER SEVEN
No fight, not a single protest. Amazing.
When I announce to Sylvie my plans to take her back to Breckenhurst, she looks at me for a long time, expressionless.
“I thought maybe this might happen soon,” she finally manages. Her voice is leaden, augmenting her mood somber. “But he won’t like it.”
“Tough. You’re his. If there is anything the last two months with you have taught me, it’s that you belong to Lawton Hurst.” I may be shortchanging the truth here, but it certainly sounds good and it’s a reason enough. … and about that lemonade on the porch offer? Well, we’ll see about that too. “So, will I have to beg for you?”
“I’m sure you’ll have to… unless, maybe, he’s changed his mind… I mean about wanting me back.”
“Well, then, we’ll be off soon as you’re ready.”
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