Camden said. Wicken cleared his throat rather forcefully in the doorway. Sophia watched as the color climbed up Camden’s throat. But his gaze held firm. “You’ll go home, where you are safe.” “I wasn’t safe there yesterday,” Sophia pointed out. This ...
His vantage point allowed him to see far too clearly the way Abington’s hand caressed Mari’s lower back as he escorted her to the waiting carriage. Bennett pressed himself so tightly against the wall that the bricks dug into his shoulder blades. Every base male instinct ordered him to stride over...