“Are you unwell?” she asked, concern filling her voice, when he did not answer.
It was the excuse that would free him from taking her and the children to Warrick Hall. And it was the truth. He felt as if he would spew everything in his stomach at any moment.
“Yes.”
“Are you well enough to drive to Warrick Hall? I can take you there if you wish.”
No! Worse than having someone riding with him would be having someone driving him as Virginia had the night of the accident.
“I can manage,” he said, forcing his feet toward his carriage. He felt like a bounder leaving her and the children to walk to Cothaire on such a chilly day.
“Cuddle kitties!” Gil’s excited voice drove another dagger into his heart.
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