Chapter 39

Tom took her in his arms and dropped a kiss on her hair. “I wouldn’t ever do that. Not to George. Not to you. Not to our children.”

But he was concerned. His son had seemed so pleased that Tom had married Olivia. What could have happened that would cause him to do such a mean-spirited thing to a woman who’d been nothing but kind to him?

“Try to get some rest.” He patted her hand and left her there, striding into the kitchen.

Mrs. Hall looked up from the dough she was rolling out. “I brought some blueberries I put up last season. I thought a pie would be nice for dessert.”

“Thank you, yes. That would be nice.” He knew his expression had to be preoccupied at best, and he offered her a smile.

“What pretty flowers!”

“Would you like to take them home? They…er…seem to make Mrs. Pettigrew sneeze.”

“Ah. Poor lady. A friend of mine has the same reaction to ragweed. Of course that’s not nearly as pretty as roses, which makes your missus’s reaction unfortunate.”