“Abigail! Is that you?” Abigail was right when she saw a woman with russet curls before. It was Catherine in the park. And now Abigail was in a fix. “My sister is here,” she whispered to Jacob. Smoothing her appearance, she went around the tree. “Catherine. Good afternoon.” Catherine’s miniature ...
She brought a hand to her mouth, where her lips remained tender from Rhys’ kiss. She thought of him for a long time last night before sleep finally overcame her. Lydia didn’t know what made her more unsettled, the way Rhys so easily took command of her emotions and body, or the fact that she coul...