The Laird And the Wanton Widow (2010)
“Lord Godridge opened the door. He grinned rather boyishly as she stepped inside. A devilish twinkle lit his eyes. “I had my cousin give the servants the afternoon off. Save any embarrassment.”
“Good idea.” The fluttering in her stomach got worse. After their kiss, she couldn’t quite help wondering if his motives were completely honorable. In fact, she had this strange hopeful feeling.
“This way.” He guided her up the stairs. He took her to a salon on the first floor large enough to hold a good-...size ball. A pianoforte sat on the dais beside a harp, but there were no musicians. They really were completely alone.
Her stomach gave a little jolt. Not fear. Excitement.
And yet she still wasn’t sure of his motives.
He took her cloak and laid it over the back of the chair. His gaze ran over her, a long, slow perusal that made her feel hot all over.
“You look lovely this afternoon, Mrs. Anderson.”
She had worn her most practical of gowns, made every attempt to remind him of who she was and why she was here.MoreLess
“Good idea.” The fluttering in her stomach got worse. After their kiss, she couldn’t quite help wondering if his motives were completely honorable. In fact, she had this strange hopeful feeling.
“This way.” He guided her up the stairs. He took her to a salon on the first floor large enough to hold a good-...size ball. A pianoforte sat on the dais beside a harp, but there were no musicians. They really were completely alone.
Her stomach gave a little jolt. Not fear. Excitement.
And yet she still wasn’t sure of his motives.
He took her cloak and laid it over the back of the chair. His gaze ran over her, a long, slow perusal that made her feel hot all over.
“You look lovely this afternoon, Mrs. Anderson.”
She had worn her most practical of gowns, made every attempt to remind him of who she was and why she was here.MoreLess
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