Chapter 44

After Logan's groundbreaking admission, he'd immediately clammed up, refusing to explain further. Haven didn't care so much about what he refused to say, it was that he didn't want to share what so obviously needed to be said. Something was buried there, deep, and it strangled him like the spreading roots of a long neglected oak.

He'd effectively concluded their conversation with a sharp look, and a growled, "No more," and then spurred his horse into action. She clumsily followed, hoping the Romany camp wasn't much further.

After another forty-five minutes of painful, loaded silence, she heard the sounds of a camp in the distance. People working, laughing, shouts, and murmurings of conversations.

Scared and a little excited, she turned to glance at Logan. As she'd expected, the vulnerable, open, passionate man disappeared and was replaced by the guarded, withdrawn, stoic duke. She liked the man better, but the duke looked just as good.