Amelia filed paperwork in her desk, half an ear closed as Cousin Lydia droned on about the man she’d met. Mr. Brighton, the epitome of honor and goodness. So handsome that just his visage made Lydia’s knees weak. And so forth. Pressing her lips firm...
He sipped his punch while eyeing the dandies who stood a few feet away, laughing within a circle of young misses. Who was this Wrottesley Bitt spoke of? If he was related to the earl who lived near Windermar...no wonder Elizabeth did not like him. They were a slatternly bu...
Just a little visit to his house after stopping by Corrine’s. Visiting didn’t constitute stalking, right? Rachel inched down the road that led to Corrine’s apartment. Traffic was light despite the lunch hour. Heat was keeping people inside. She park...
Trevor did not look at her and his voice sounded suddenly hoarse. “Gone?” “Nowhere to be found. We rode for as long as we could, searching for her. Went to the stables, to the edge of the ranch. She didn’t take her herbs or beans but her bags are go...