dreadfully, even now, Papa, but Iâm here. Iâll always be here when you need me.â
âYouâre right, I still have you, my lovely child,â he said. âPromise youâll give your father some of your time when youâre a married woman.â
âDonât worry, Papa, Iâll always love you â and donât forget you still have good friends.â She paused and there was an edge to her voice when she spoke again. âYouâll always have Llinos Mainwaring to keep you company, wonât you? You still love her â youâve always loved her, even when she disgraced herself so badly. If she hadnât been married to the foreigner youâd have married her like a shot.â
âLlinos is a good friend and I wonât hear a word against her,â Eynon said sharply.
âAll right, Papa. We wonât talk about it any more. But you must promise you will be polite to Dafydd. Iâm always nice to Llinos, arenât I?â
âYes, Jayne, Iâll grant you that.â
Suddenly they heard a carriage drive through the gates and went to the window. âHereâs Llinos now!â Eynon exclaimed.
âTalk of the devil!â Jayne had come to his side. âMrs Mainwaring and her bastard offspring, no less.â
Eynon caught his daughter by the shoulders. âJayne!â he said sharply. âYou arenât being polite about her now, are you?â
Jayne twisted out of his grip as the front-door bell echoed through the house. Eynon heard the maidâs voice in the hall and his heart leaped in anticipation. Even after all these years, Llinosâs presence still had the power to stir him.
She came into the room like a breath of fresh air, leading her son by the hand. She was flushed from the sunshine, her eyes were glowing and her hair, soft and silky, was shaped into a bun on her slender neck. She was still as lovely as the day he had first set eyes on her.
âLlinos! How delightful.â
âIâm sorry to arrive unannounced,â she said breathlessly. âItâs such a beautiful day that I couldnât stay in the house. I hope you donât mind.â
âOf course not. Sit down, the maid will bring us refreshments.â He glanced at his daughter. âTake Sion into the garden, Jayne, and show him the changes we are making.â It still hurt him to look at the boy. Dark and strong-featured, the image of his father. God damn Buchan! Eynon wondered briefly how Llinosâs husband coped every day with the tangible evidence of his wifeâs infidelity.
âDonât let him be a trouble to you.â Llinos kissed Jayneâs cheek.
After a brief pause, Jayne looked at Sion and smiled. âCome on, letâs go out and leave these old dears alone.â She halted in the doorway. âI know you want to talk about me, Father, but it wonât do any good, you know. My mind is made up.â Then she left the room, and Sion followed her, anxious to be out in the sunshine.
âForgive her forthrightness but my daughter can be a little wayward.â Eynon grimaced.
âThere is no need to apologize,â Llinos said. âA great many people are sharp with me now.â
âOh, Llinos,â Eynon said softly, âI canât bear anyone to hurt you, and itâs time my daughter learned to be more tolerant.â
Llinos smiled. âJayne can wrap you around her little finger with no trouble,â she said.
Eynon watched as Llinos settled her full skirts around her dainty ankles. Her waist was as trim as a girlâs and her breasts rounded and womanly. Even now Eynon lusted for her. He cleared his throat. âI have something to tell you.â This was going to be difficult. âJayne is talking about an engagement.â He released his breath sharply. âShe thinks sheâs in love with Dafydd Buchan.â
Llinos pressed her hands together and looked up at