Chapter 4
Sparks crackled from the burning log as Jefferson prodded it deeper into the embers. The heat rolled through the room, a welcome balm from the rising wind outside, and the peaty scent of smoke completed the task. The only thing that would relax Micah more would be a brandy, and he had already vowed he wouldn’t even touch a spirit that night.
Supper had gone phenomenally well. Jefferson had been ready and waiting when he’d arrived, and the first thing he’d done was insist Micah remove his coat.
“We don’t need to stand on ceremony. You’ll be much more comfortable without it.”
And he was. No mention was made of Micah’s inebriation the night before, and by the time they sat down at the table, more details of the time he’d spent in the Dering house had filtered back into Micah’s m
