Nights In White Satin: A Loveswept Classic Romance - Plot & Excerpts
Why aren’t you in line getting tickets?” Fury ripped through Rick at his grandmother’s greeting, and he decided she had flipped her silver rinse. “Where the bloody hell have you two been?” His grandmother raised an eyebrow. “Do not take that tone of voice with me, Roderick Kitteridge. You had shopping to do, and we had sightseeing to do. So we have been sight-seeing. Right, Jill?” “Right.” Jill’s monotone caught his attention. He peered at her and was surprised to see how deflated she looked. It was as if someone had drained her of her vitality. Something had happened while they were gone, something that had upset her. His anger eased, and he glanced around at the crowds of people queuing on the street outside the popular wax museum. That he had paced and cursed and cursed and paced the length of that queue for the past hour wasn’t so important now. He didn’t like it that Jill was hurting, and an odd urge to protect her rose up in him. He moved closer, as if to shelter her.
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