“Where did you run off to last night?” Jordon asked at the breakfast table. “I was informed that you didn’t return until late at night, just before I returned from dinner with the Duke of Winchester.
Jason mumbled something about going out for a drink. He wasn’t interested in talking much, having just woken up and getting ready for another boring day of learning all about the Brighton estate accounts and ledgers. It was a dreary morning indeed, and he wished the sun could have stayed down a little bit longer.
Or maybe perhaps because he was dreaming of Emiliana that night.
A small smile crossed his lips as he remembered the dream. It wasn’t anything particularly spectacular; they had been walking along the coast of Coney Island, which was strange to him even in the dream because he h
