Chapter 61

He nodded at George. “Good day, Georgie.”

George pulled Bella to a halt again. “George,” he corrected. “Only my parents call me Georgie.”

St. Claire’s lips tightened for a brief moment, but then he smiled. “I beg your pardon. George.”

George kicked Bella, and she snorted and broke into a canter. He waited until they were out of earshot before he patted her neck. “Sorry, querida.”

“I don’t like him, George,” Noelle whispered.

“Neither do I. Don’t say anything to Mama. He’s her brother, after all.”

“You’re a nicer brother than he is.”

“Thank you.”

She reached up and patted his cheek, and he smiled at her.

Mama came trotting up. “George, we’re still going to the Thompsons, aren’t we?” she asked

“Yes.” He wanted to say I know he’s your brother, but he makes me nervous, but he didn’t. He risked a quick glance behind him, but St. Claire wasn’t there.

They turned the horses and headed in the direction of the rectory.