Her hostess’s blue-eyed grandson naturally had not entered into her considerations, and when she heard that Dominic was betrothed to Carlotta Consuella, Jacqueline knew he should stay out of her thoughts. Unfortunately Dominic’s powerful, demanding personality was so much stronger than Jacqueline’s good intentions that, willy-nilly, she found herself falling, falling ... a process that made her so unhappy that, just once, she allowed Neville Barr to comfort her. Which turned out be once too often. CHAPTER ONE Jacqueline looked at the letter and fingered the thickness of the notepaper, re-reading it for perhaps the tenth time. “Dear Miss Vaizey,” the letter began, and the handwriting was very upright and the characters all beautifully formed, as if the hand that had penned them had been attached to a singularly supple wrist. A certain preciseness and formality in the composition of the prose was undoubtedly masculine, and struck her as well as being distinctly foreign. ““My grandmother has asked me to convey to you her desire that you will visit her, and that you will become her guest for a number of weeks.
