His head was thrown back in unrestrained laughter, and he and Ian were surrounded by five of the largest men she’d ever seen. Her gaze shifted to a stunning woman relaxing against the fireplace. She wore a white shirt, short jacket, and black breeches tucked into knee-high boots. She must be Ewan...
It was not yet half-past seven, but he’d a small, if somewhat unrealistic hope, Vangie might have risen early herself. No sooner had he settled into his customary chair, teacup at his lips, than his stepmother strutted into the sun-streaked breakfast room. Her steps falter...