She was here to pursue one of her interests. Astronomy. Not Philip Ashton. And she was lying to herself once more.The rooms Philip showed her were fascinating, and he allowed her a peek through Augustus’s telescopes, focusing them for her on the nearby apple orchards. “That’s where we’ll have our lunch, I think, Abby. It’s quiet and shady, and lovely at this time of year.”His voice was deep, and he was close behind her, under the pretense of adjusting the telescope. She felt his lips touch her neck. “Although, of course, lunch with you would be lovely any time of year.”She shivered, quite noticeably this time. “A nice turn of phrase, Sir Philip.” It came out more as a breathy plea than the polite response she’d intended.She cleared her throat, and turned, finding Philip close. Too close. His body heat reached her skin through the light muslin of her gown, and her awareness of him grew by leaps and bounds.She licked her lips.His eyes lowered to watch her tongue, and she found herself fascinated as the colors within them changed from light blue to a rich, deep hue, shot through with those amazing golden flecks.“I find I’m getting hungry, my dear.
