Lord of the Manor

I hate Nicholas Banfield, Viscount Longwood. He's cocky. Annoying. And most of all, he's a liar.

So why is he living rent-free in my head every hour I'm awake, and sometimes when I'm asleep?

It may have something to do with the fact that I'm working on his historic estate. And . . . I may have had a crush on him that one summer when we were teenagers. But I've never forgiven him for betraying me on that fateful night in Dorset.

Yet as I now see his athletic frame and wavy, dark brown hair, something shifts in his whisky-hued eyes. As his gaze meets mine, I can't stop wondering what if . . .

What if forgiving the past means a chance at something more? Or, what if it leads to another broken heart?

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Hljóðbók: 8 augusti 2023