Chapter
Two
Lauren Smith
Pemberton
Hall
Christmas
Day, 1814
“It’s a damn cold night, eh Nathan?”
Nathan, the Duke of Hastings,
glanced in irritation at his younger brother Lewis, just visible in the light
from the coach lantern. When they’d set out from his estate, only a few miles
away, the skies were heavy with winter storm clouds. But the weather held, and
he and Lewis had little trouble during the journey to Pemberton Hall.
Lewis started speaking again,
the entire conversation nearly one-sided, not that Nathan minded, he wasn’t even
paying attention to what his brother was saying. Lewis was an easy-going sort
and always had something to say. Nathan preferred to gaze out the coach window,
lost in thoughts as his eyes roved over the miles of snow covered land.
Lucky devil. He envied Lewis’s freedom.
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