![]() ![]() He couldn’t bring himself to eat, but to sit with his tea and actually read a newspaper felt wonderful-such a normal activity after days of dealing with one crisis after another with Meara. Jamie glanced at the breakfast Mimm had laid out as he reached for the newspaper on the silver tray next to him. Now that Meara was on the mend he had to redirect his attention to finding Helena. The doctor said it was nearly impossible for an adult to contract it. He hadn’t caught scarlet fever from his daughter Meara. His eyes wouldn’t focus and the effect blurred the beauty of the teardrop pendants. He dropped his head back and stared up at one of the crystal chandeliers gracing the ornate ceiling. He much preferred the name he’d lost when he became earl, Jamie Reynolds. It offered freedom, something he’d craved his whole life. His title-Earl of Adair-had opened the doors to success, but he’d unexpectedly found the United States offered more. He’d invested his late wife’s inheritance in the growing country, filling the Adair family’s coffers to overflowing. When he’d first arrived in New York City he’d needed the businessmen of New York to trust his finances and ignore the rumors his uncle had spread that he was penniless.Īnd Jamie had done what he’d come to America to do. It was what he’d needed it to be-a fitting setting for the Earl of Adair, a wealthy British lord. Leaning back, he looked around the sitting room of the town house he’d bought and decorated with the best in French furnishings. Jamie took a sip of tea and winced at how scratchy his throat felt. ![]()
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