Vivian wondered as she settled herself in the carriage seat. Of course she remembered him. Heavens, she could never forget Marcus Kincaid, and now he was back. Not only back in London, but back in her life, it would seem. She shivered as she remembered his warm breath across her neck and shoulder as he’d wrapped her in her cloak. She remembered much more. His kiss. His embrace. That night had changed the course of her life forever. The night that Frederick had broken her heart and she realized she had become a fallen woman. She had worked tirelessly the past ten years to forget that evening, but it seemed that some mistakes could not be left behind. Marcus Kincaid hadn’t changed, except that he’d clearly become more of a man. His hair was longer, and the hint of a beard had shaded his cheeks and chin. His lovely blue eyes were as pretty as she remembered, though they held a bit of worldliness now. He was larger too, broader, and more masculine than he’d been a decade before.
