The voices were louder and much more familiar. Jason’s voice, and Ford’s and Kendra’s. Bloody hell. Of all the rotten luck. He’d thought he could spend his days and evenings with Priscilla and his nights with Amy. But it would be harder now, perhaps even impossible, to keep her presence a public secret. Or maybe…ah, yes. His mind raced as he slowly released the breath he’d held since recognizing the voices. His family liked Amy. They didn’t know he’d bedded her at Greystone.
