Sixty-two
Harkin Redford
Penelope Peters was a mystery. One I was desperate to solve, but who didn’t seem to want anything to do with me. We had had a whole summer of espionage, spying, and sneaking. Yet I knew nothing about her. Except that she’d lost her Mother and had once been in love with one of my best friends. She didn’t say it, but I wasn’t a fool. I’d seen the pictures of her in Welsh Weekly with Cadoc the same as everyone else. They were in love with each other, whether she wanted to admit it or not.
I knew this whole thing would end horribly. But for now, she was mine, after a whole summer of trying to even get a smile out of her. The night of our engagement party, aside from her brief introduction to my family and friends, she spent most of the even
