“Your Lord Sinclair,” she mused on her exhale. “I think he would not approve of a lady smoking, verdad?” “Verdad.” Rand sat with an arm slung over the side of the sofa, a glass of brandy dangling from his fingertips. They were ensconced in the cozy upstairs sitting room of the house she’d rented during her brief stay in town to receive her commendation from the prince regent. “You, carida, are going to shock all of the English before your visit here is over.” Next to him, she smiled and tucked her long legs beneath her, adjusting so that she sat facing him. Handing over the cheroot, Elena studied him. “What is it, carido?” “Nothing. Nada.” He took a deep drag. “It is just strange to be back home after all of these years.” “I think it is your senorita.” “She is not my lady. Kitty is betrothed to Sinclair.” “And you do not like it, no?”
