Chapter 29

Not for the first time since leaving, Micah felt a palpable ache for Wroxham. Life had been so much happier there. Jefferson had never attempted to force him to be anything other than what he was. Until the kiss.

He banished the rest of his thoughts. He was exhausted. His head would be much clearer after he got some solid sleep.

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Gritting his teeth, Micah smiled as the last of the guests pulled out of the courtyard. Dinner had been as excruciating as he’d anticipated, worsened by the fact that his mother had invited not one, not two, but three families with available daughters all near his age. He had been forced to sit opposite Abigail Stewart and listen to her prattle on about her recent trip to Philadelphia. Then afterward, Father had insisted he accompany Sarah Lafayette on the piano as she entertained the guests with a song.