Edmund laughed. “Sweets will only help your cause,” he agreed. “She and I are much alike in that regard.”
“Except that Cook bakes your preferences.”
“Does she? I had not thought it to preclude anyone else’s. I shall have to remedy that.”
“No, not before I have won my suit.”
Edmund looked at him sideways.
“It gives me the opportunity to shower her with her favorites.”
“Ah. Yes, of course.”
Just as Edmund and Graham were about to leave to go back to Lovell Abbey, Mrs. Miller, the squire’s wife, hailed the vicar.
“Reverend Knight, Reverend Knight!” she called, holding her skirts in one hand and hurrying towards him.
Edmund looked at him apologetically. “Forgive me, I will have to visit later, it seems.”
“No apology necessary. I will send word about dinner.”
Edmund doffed his hat and went to discover what it was that Mrs. Miller needed.
Graham turned his horse towards home, but decided to skirt the property and go by the Dower House. Edmund had been correct. He wasn’t banished from the entire family– just from Eugenia.
When he reached the Dower House, however, Eugenia’s horse was grazing lazily in the small paddock bordering the carriageway. Graham pondered what to do, but he was not yet ready to irritate Eugenia. It had been only a week. Did she miss him as much as he missed her? Instead, he tied his horse to a nearby tree and stood and waited. What did it say about him that he was so desperate just to catch a glimpse of her?