She cuddled deeper into one corner of the sofa and rested her cheek against a cushion. For weeks, she’d come to be skeptical of the sound of the knocker. In the last few days, she’d come to despise it. Each clink against the metal plate teased her hope that her husband would come. That Prinny wou...
Lucy burrowed deeper under her coverlet and wept anew. In the hours since she’d walked home from St. James’s Park, painfully stoic in her determination not to publicly embarrass herself over a man, she hadn’t been able to think of anything else. She hadn’t even bothered to change out of her carri...
“Are you digging a hole to China, my lord?” He pointed to a mound of black dirt piled high beside it. “I’m sure that apple blossom won’t appreciate being six feet under.” Ash paused and leaned on his shovel, realizing Swan was right. “Thanks,” he muttered, and stomped on the shovel’s head to jam ...
Trestin was away at Gentleman Jackson’s, continuing his lessons. Lucy intended to do the same. Last night had ended a disaster, but it had started wonderfully. She must focus on what she had accomplished, and not allow her ultimate failure to get the best of her. No sooner had she reached the car...