Watching the handsome stranger descend the hill with long, loping strides made her want to weep for some unaccountable reason. She’d likely never see him again…unless she happened to run across him as she was leaving the duke’s estate. Though, given his current mood, he’d probably hide out until she was gone. In theory, Daisy was not opposed to a holiday romance, particularly with a man who sounded like one of her favorite British actors but was far more blatantly virile and sexually intense. A vacation fling was not, in essence, a mistake. But Daisy was not on vacation; she was employed. And that employment was going to enable a project of her own, one that could change her life. Glancing down at her watch, she surmised that enough time had elapsed to warrant approaching the enormous, fortresslike house. She tromped down the incline, across the meadow, up the tree-lined path and onto a stone apron that fanned out from the gigantic oak doors. The ornate iron knockers looked ancient.
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