Chapter
Fifty-two
Strange
days
It was an unusually sunny day but the wind
was whipping Paige’s hair as she waited, wrapped in her red summer coat. (Even
in summer it sometimes became cold in England, Paige realized).
Paige pinched
herself.
Darcy had actually asked her out – on a
date.
Paige,
he’d written in his note before he left school, let’s keep in touch.
The months of school had gone by, college
and distance took its toll. But now they were adults, in the same foreign city,
and finally, all bets were off. Darcy could show his hand if Paige gave him a
chance.
Paige stood waiting on the cobbled
footpath. Darcy smiled when he saw her.
As Darcy and Paige drove out of town and
took the country road via the meadows, Darcy’s great aunt and uncle were busy breakfasting
in their grand dining room, the one that overlooked the vast grounds of Pemberly.
As the oldest nephew, Darcy was due to
inherit both his great aunt’s amazing estate – Pemberly, and his grandfather’s
title – along with his grandfather’s cattle ranch, one day. Darcy wasn’t sure
about the catlle ranch since he had no plans to make a faux marriage. His value
system had been rehabilitated since high school.
Unbeknownst to Darcy, his grandparents had
tons of ‘suitable girls’, ones whose families came with huge fortunes, selected
for him to meet. Of course they hadn’t counted
on Darcy’s strength of character and his recent insistence on being his own
person. He’d decided to do things his way.
