His Perfect Game
“Every year the woman collected donations for the cause she latched onto at that moment and hosted a gathering to sell the items at high prices. Abigail would applaud the woman for her selflessness, but she knew better. Lady Minor hosted the event for recognition, not for the people involved.For some inexplicable reason, the theme of her embroideries was snowflakes. The night of the ice ball had been both disheartening and exhilarating for Abigail. Deep down she already knew Lord Merrick would d...eny her request to have her mother at Merrick, but she had to try. Her disappointment only lasted until he looked at her with longing and awe on his face.Thinking of how he’d held her close and kissed her two nights ago made her heart race and fingers tremble. Nothing could have prepared her for the intense pleasure of his lips teasing her neck. Had Braiden not arrived, she didn’t know what she would have done.After her brother had escorted her back to her mother, he disappeared and didn’t speak to her for the remainder of the evening.MoreLess
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