Mad About The Marquess (Highland Brides Book 2) - Plot & Excerpts
How could she not see him, when she had been watching the door like a sentinel? It seemed all of Edinburgh had been on watch as well—every head in the room turned to look at him as he strolled into the ball as if he had not a care in the world. He stopped just inside the doorway, and stood, letting the gawkers look their fill. Letting them whisper and wonder and judge and gossip about the marquess who was rumored to be a highwayman one day, and exonerated the next. Letting her insides go all topsy-turvy with some terribly wonderful combination of excitement and guilt—excitement that he was here, at last. And guilt, because she was the reason he was being stared at so rudely. Poor man. Poor, clever, magnificently unapologetic man. Strathcairn had clearly abandoned any and all attempts to blend in. He wore an austere suit of midnight blue velvet, unadorned except for the rows of shining silver buttons marching two by two down the front lapels. Practically daring her to try to snip even one of them off.
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