BooksBarbecue
Back Pengarron Dynasty Save as PDF
Chapters (50)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. One
  4. Two
  5. Three
  6. Four
  7. Five
  8. Six
  9. Seven
  10. Eight
  11. Nine
  12. Ten
  13. Eleven
  14. Twelve
  15. Thirteen
  16. Fourteen
  17. Fifteen
  18. Sixteen
  19. Seventeen
  20. Eighteen
  21. Nineteen
  22. Twenty
  23. Twenty-One
  24. Twenty-Two
  25. Twenty-Three
  26. Twenty-Four
  27. Twenty-Five
  28. Twenty-Six
  29. Twenty-Seven
  30. Twenty-Eight
  31. Twenty-Nine
  32. Thirty
  33. Thirty-One
  34. Thirty-Two
  35. Thirty-Three
  36. Thirty-Four
  37. Thirty-Five
  38. Thirty-Six
  39. Thirty-Seven
  40. Thirty-Eight
  41. Thirty-Nine
  42. Forty
  43. Forty-One
  44. Forty-Two
  45. Forty-Three
  46. Forty-Four
  47. Forty-Five
  48. Forty-Six
  49. The Pengarron Sagas
  50. The Harvey Family Sagas

‘You couldn’t possibly have anything to say to me that I’ll want to hear,’ Clem hissed, dropping his bags and balling his fists. ‘You’re the man who nearly killed my grandson, who terrified my little girl.’

‘I know, and I accept all that, and I take full responsibility for all the unpleasantness that happened at my house. And it’s time I told you to your face how sorry I am. I apologize unreservedly to you, Clem Trenchard, for all the hurt I’ve caused you and your family, and even back to all those years ago when I took my wife away from you as your intended bride. The circumstances of the last few weeks have caused me to search my soul and I’ve come to the conclusion that I have much to be ashamed of. I have already written to Mrs Trenchard with a full apology.

‘Here’s my hand, you may choose for yourself if you take it.’

Clem looked with anger then horror at the large dark hand held out at the level of his heart. This was no act of contrition. The clever bastard was employing tactics in the most underhand of ways to reconcile himself to Kerensa. He had left her with nothing to reproach himself with. If he didn’t take his hand, accept his apology, then Pengarron would successfully change places with him where wrong attitudes were concerned. And if, while accepting his hand, he whispered how much he hated him, wished him all the harm under the sun, Pengarron would later tell this to Kerensa.

Kerensa watched them in abject misery. These two men who she loved so very much in different ways, were locked in a silent battle over her. If they asked her to choose between them right now she would not be able to. She could not have them both and she could not bear to be without either one. Putting the back of her hand to her mouth she let her tears fall, dropping down over her wrist and the snowy white lace.

‘Make your decision, Clem,’ Kane said briskly. ‘My mama is quite overcome.’

I won’t let you take her back from me, Clem’s blistering glare conveyed to his enemy. Then his expression softened as he pictured Kerensa in his arms, he loving her, her loving him. Whatever the outcome of this sham, nothing could change the fact that he and Kerensa had been as husband and wife.

‘I agree with you, sir, it’s time to put the past behind us.’ The future was a different matter. ‘I accept your apology. For the sake of our children and grandchild let all be considered forgotten.’