Chapter 9

Evan drove slowly along the immaculate drive that skirted what would, anywhere else, qualify for a state park. Casting envious glances at the many inviting hollows, gardens, and shady nooks he passed, he wondered if Danny Carmody knew how lucky he was. Evan snorted. How lucky can the guy really be if he has to resort to blackmail to get a husband? He sighed and pushed down his simmering resentment yet again. He was here to do as he was told, like a good little boy. It would be foolish to alert the Carmodys to his intentions.