10
Beardley Park
2:37 p.m.
Hidden in the woods, he mused about what his sources had told him: Laetitia had been a sweet child, an intelligent, curious teenager, who had grown into a bright, lovely woman. He had met her face-to-face a few times but she had no idea who he was.
He hated himself when he discovered Laetitia had already been lulled as an unsuspecting victim into a false sense of security, which had only made her weaknesses stronger, especially where love was concerned. And he had decided to keep a sharp eye on the man who was now parked in front of the Beardley Lodge gates pressing the intercom with a dark scowl on his face.
He already knew who Tavish was, and while he hoped that man would make her dreams true, he was afraid Tavish could hurt her badly. It was plain to see
