A week of being laid up in bed had nearly driven him insane. He hadn’t regained all his strength, but he’d gained enough to know Lillian Madison was anxious to see his back headed down the road. “Where will you go?” Toby asked. “Whichever way the wind blows,” he said. He darted a glance at the woman standing calmly on the porch, watching his actions as though they meant nothing to her, as though he meant nothing to her. “So how long do you think this ‘understanding’ with John Ward will last?” he asked. “Forever. You were right. Once I explained everything, he was extremely accommodating. He won’t bother me and Toby anymore.” He didn’t believe her, not for one minute. Something had happened between the time he’d blacked out and the moment he’d awakened in her bed, but he wasn’t exactly sure what. The woman had been incredibly vague with the details, refusing to meet his gaze whenever the topic came up.
