She saw it when she looked in the mirror after she’d woken every morning—her grey eyes shone softy, as if lit from within, and she couldn’t seem to stop smiling. Others seemed to notice the change in her too. Mrs. Roberts smiled at her knowingly whenever Elizabeth went into the kitchen to discuss the day’s menu. Roberts even winked at her when he passed her in the hallway one day. Of course, Elizabeth had blushed, but it truly did seem that Lord Rothsburgh was correct when he had originally asserted that his staff would not condemn her. It felt quite bizarre that others would be so accepting of the fact she was the marquess’s mistress, especially when she could hardly believe it herself. Thankfully, James did not press her again on the subject of quitting Eilean Tor and installing her somewhere else as his mistress proper. Instead, they had fallen very quickly and easily into a mutually satisfying pattern of existence. James spent every night in her bed—although sleep was the furthest thing on both their minds—until the morning light began to creep into her room.
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