No. 25 Upper Brook Street. “THIS ISN’T BOUVERIE.” “No. It’s not.” Fox dug the key from his pocket but kept his other hand at Eugenia’s back. As if that would keep her from changing her mind. She touched the numbers painted on the wall beside the door. He closed his fingers around the key. “The Du...
She didn’t. And the astonishing thing was that she wasn’t the least bit conflicted, even though she’d let him make the decision for her. She’d done so even though since William’s death she’d had to take control of her life and was now well used to dealing with her own affairs and making her own d...