Beatrice lay beside him, curled on her side and sleeping deeply. He watched her in the dim light, the steady rise and fall of her chest, the musical cadence of her breathing, and the lingering scent of lavender and red wine. It was a heady brew, and lying beside her after a full night of lovemaki...
But if he didn’t stop being so difficult, she’d likely have to do as she’d threatened and beat him. At least his health was improving, even if his attitude wasn’t. Thank heavens his appetite was better. At the moment, Weatherby was helping him to the breakfast table. Fortunately, Caro had been ab...