‘Come along, my little cream puff. Let’s go and find some lunch. If you don’t want to celebrate our non-engagement, let’s just celebrate the fact that it’s a beautiful day. What more reason do we need, anyway?’ I tried to imagine Jonathan suggesting that we celebrated the fact that the sun was sh...
She blinked at a bedside table. Not hers. The arm thrown over her wasn’t hers either. A warm male body was pressed against her back, a face buried in her hair. Steady breath stirred the air against her shoulder and she quivered as memory came whooshing back. Max. Omigod, s...
My heart was jerking madly, my pulse thundering in anticipation, and every cell in my body strained to lean into him. So I let them. ‘I’m happy too,’ I said. ‘Right this moment.’ I had forgotten my earlier doubts. George wasn’t Charles. He was a dec...