She turned to say something to Liam’s grandson, but froze when her face nearly met with his broad chest. Good heavens. Lucy could hardly breathe. Being so close to Lucas Deardon had become all too familiar too quickly. She was sure they violated several rules of propriety, not that she minded much here or in the attic. She was quickly learning that the rules that governed society in New York were not the same here. Her cheeks warmed at the thought. When Lucas had first arrived at the ranch, she’d not known what to make of him, but after seeing how confidently he handled himself under pressure, and the tenderness he’d displayed with his grandfather, she’d had to stop herself on more than one occasion from dreaming of those thick arms wrapped around her. Stop it right now, Lucy Russell. She took a step away from him. Still, she couldn’t help but wonder what it would have been like had a man like Lucas Deardon requested the mail-order-bride instead of Gilroy Hearn. “The sleigh is ready, Miss Lucy.”
