“She hasn't fled the house yet, so I'd say your luck is holding.” He skidded to a stop at the edge of the rug, and Spencer caught his brother's furrowed brow. “Why are you just sitting there?” Bennet hooked a thumb toward the door. “If you've changed your mind, I’ll gladly take your place.” ...
It would have been a comfortable arrangement except that Lady Louisa, refusing to allow either half to be lopsided, insisted on planting herself at the foot of the table. At eight feet or so, it was not over-long like many formal tables, but it was enough that it put Louisa an awkward distance fr...
Since waking that morning, from the edge of the Verriere all the way to the outskirts of Paris proper, Ty wagered they had not spoken two words to each other. Partly, it was pride. Since their falling out the night before, he didn't much feel like being the first to break the silence. The rest wa...