Chapter 45

And then had come the news of Hugh’s death, and any thoughts of dalliance had fled.

George stared out across the rolling fields, the countryside still beautiful even in the depths of winter. It all seemed so very far removed from what he’d heard of Ypres, and the trenches. The war, Hugh’s death—in this peaceful scene, it seemed almost unreal, and very far away.

He wasn’t sure what to do. Matthew’s interest in him, he was certain, hadn’t abated—had if anything grown stronger with the time they’d spent together here. Lord knew George felt his attraction to Matthew burn ever more fiercely.