He was damned tempted to rush up the stairs and pound on the door of every bedchamber until he found his wife. He’d sat on the hard steps of his own stairs until dawn—waiting for her return. When the sunlight had begun filtering in through the windows, it had brought a darkness to his soul, the l...
A week had passed since she and Westcliffe had returned from the seaside. Beth had survived her time with the duchess remarkably well. Leo had begun painting a portrait of her. Another suitor, the third son of an earl, had begun calling on Beth, although she still favored Greenwood above all othe...
Stephen glanced up to see Spencer standing there. The doors in this residence were so well oiled that he seldom heard them opening and closing. Spencer seemed to be able to glide around the manor without his feet ever touching the floor. His quietness was unnatural. “Spencer.” “I hate to disturb ...