Chapter 16

“Perhaps we could prevail on him to add valet to his list of duties,” Milo muttered as he dragged himself to prop up by the bed.

“Now there’s a suggestion,” Brownlow said with a smile. “Sit tight, you’ll be right as a trivet in no time.” He disappeared.

Milo laid his head against the mattress. The summer sky was still blue. Breath taking, glorious blue. He wanted to go outside so much he ached with it, could taste it.

“In here, Mr. Grange.”