Lizzie left her aunt and uncle behind and followed the butler to where Oliver stood at the window, waiting. Shafts of sunlight threaded through his brown hair, giving him unearthly highlights. She longed to run her hands through it, to feel the sun-kissed locks on her fingertips. When the door shut and they were alone, Oliver moved with surprising speed. He clasped her hands in his, only her thin kidskin gloves separating them. “How are you, Lizzie?” “F-fine.” He frowned, no doubt sensing her lie. “What is it? What’s wrong?” “Oh, Oliver. What are we to do?” He brushed a curl back from her forehead. “About what, starling?” “This. Us. You were wonderful to put a stop to that scandal yesterday, but however shall we end this sham engagement?” Oliver pulled back and watched her carefully, his expression somber. “You want to end it?” “You…don’t?” “Not a chance, love.” His large hands slid to her cheeks, bracketing her face, and Lizzie’s heart accelerated.
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