he said, spreading his hands in front of him in supplication. “I beg your pardon,” said Georgeanne, thrusting her chin up. “It is ‘Miss Forsythe’, my lord.” As she turned and fled the room, Raynor knew there was scant hope that the lady would coope...
“Several hours.” “The boy?” Melvyrn asked. “He’ll be all right?” He looked down at her, but with his cap pulled low, Rosalind could not read his expression. “Go up front,” Tolly growled. “I’ve got the lad.” Melvyrn didn’t m...