No Sweeter Heaven: The Pascal Trilogy - Book 2 - Plot & Excerpts
He had not bothered making polite conversation since the afternoon before. Their evening meal had passed in almost complete silence, and she had breakfasted alone. But he had kept his word and stayed away from her room, and for that she was grateful. She glanced at him again, completely baffled, trying to work out what he might be playing at, for she knew there was definitely some sort of game afoot. She was certain that he was bluffing about her money. No one chose to live in poverty, so his statement to the contrary did not concern her overmuch. But not to insist on his marital rights? A thick lock of hair had fallen over his brow, and he absently reached up and brushed it away. She noticed his hands for the first time. They were well made, the fingers long and squared, and although they were clean, she could see that the skin just under the base of the fingers was callused from work. The backs of his hands were bronzed from the outdoors, as bronzed as his neck and face.
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