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mansion in London. And he’d kept promising himself he’d return as soon as his affairs were in order.
    But he knew that for the stalling tactic it was.
    No longer was he the frightened five-year-old boy, jumpingat shadows and cringing at the jeers and leers from his father’s friends. Nor was he the twelve-year-old, convinced he was a man already, who had to confront the truth that his mother’s appetites for deviance were no more refined than her husband’s. Nick wasn’t even the angry twenty-three-year-old who’d stormed from the house in a cloud of disgust and righteous indignation.
    So why hadn’t he been back?
    He wasn’t sure.
    Perhaps he worried that his parents had desecrated the place of his childhood beyond redemption. Would he be able to walk down the halls and through the rooms without feeling that the lewd images of “parties” and drunken festivities had been imprinted on the very fabric of the house?
    Maybe before he went back, he should hire a decorator to strip everything inside and refurnish the house.
    And it was in the midst of his internal debate over what to do with his inherited estate that he heard two voices coming from the other side of the trees. The man’s voice was unfamiliar, but the woman’s voice was immediately recognizable. Lady Olivia.
    Perhaps it was badly done of him, but there remained too much of the spy in Nick for him not to still immediately and remain absolutely quiet to hear what was being said.
    What struck him, immediately upon overhearing the exchange, was that Lady Olivia’s words revealed a young woman who was hurt, angry and no longer trusting of God’s goodness. His heart ached for the bitterness and pain laced through each word she spoke. As before, he felt the uncommonly strong urge to reach out and comfort her. But within moments, the opportunity slipped away as the lady began walking back in the direction of the house.
    Nick’s feet were moving before his mind fully recognized what he planned to do. Crashing through the brush and foliage,no longer caring to conceal his presence, he went after Lady Olivia. Nick couldn’t see her any longer, but he took a few steps on the worn path, figuring she must have been walking back home.
    “Hello, there!”
    Nick turned around and barely managed to stifle his grimace at being interrupted in his quest. He’d completely forgotten about the vicar once he’d seen Lady Olivia in tears.
    “Hello,” Nick returned, striding back to where the minister stood in the middle of the path. He introduced himself, waiting impatiently while the Reverend did the same.
    “What has brought you to Westin Park?” the older man asked. His eyes were full of genuine curiosity.
    “I’ve come with my friend Marcus. I’ve only recently re turned to England and wanted a bit of time away from London.”
    The minister smiled. “There seems to be quite a bit of that going around.”
    Nick wasn’t sure what else to say. He never used to have a difficult time making conversation, but with Olivia’s flight weighing on his mind, his concern was finding out what was wrong.
    He figured he might as well ask.
    The worst Reverend Thomas could do would be to not answer his question.
    “Was that Lady Olivia I saw leaving?” he asked.
    Reverend Thomas smiled, but his eyes still look worried. “Yes.”
    “Was she unwell?” he asked.
    The older man looked as if he wasn’t going to answer the question. Nick was quickly losing the tenuous hold he had on his patience. Trying not to think of his friend’s little sister crying somewhere in the woods by herself, he waited for the minister’s answer.
    “Lady Olivia has had a difficult time adjusting to leaving home,” he finally said.
    Nick already knew that, and he thought he understood part of the reason why. Judging from the snippet of conversation he’d heard, however, Olivia sounded as though she had more to worry about than just being homesick. Marcus’s sister genuinely sounded