As he resumed the drive toward his castle, she nearly had a panic attack of her own. The rain was pouring down in sheets, the fog was as thick as clam chowder, and the road corkscrewed perilously along the edge of a steep cliff. The sea and jagged rocks, she presumed, waited below.Heart in throat...
Only by moments, mind—after which he’d been good enough to allow her to cross the finish line, defeated but still sated. ‘Twas late in the evening now and Maggie awaited Robert in her bedchamber, aglow with the dim gleam of candles. He’d not yet named his prize and her nerves were on edge. If he ...
Barking orders at all within earshot, treating Maggie like his personal hand-maiden, and, in general, acting as if he was lord and master over all he surveyed. And perhaps he was—or would be if Robert failed to return from London. She had every reason to worry for her husband’s safety, not the l...