Seduced By The Baron (The Fairy Tales Of New York Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
Faith said the next day as her father shuffled into the kitchen around eight thirty. He was dressed for the day but Faith was still in her pajamas and fluffy slippers and on her third cup of coffee as she sat at the table sketching her umpteenth version of Raf’s hands. Hands she was hoping he’d be putting on her very soon. She shut her sketch pad as she examined her father’s face for signs that he’d had a good night. He was a good color, walking easily, and looked alert as he gave her one of his I’m-all-good smiles. Even so, his hair was white, his wrinkles were crevasses and he had a slight stoop that worsened as the day progressed. Forty-odd years of heavy smoking had not been kind. He’d given up after mom’s death but the damage to his heart was already done. He sat in his usual chair. “Want some tea?” “When have I ever said no to tea?” he asked with a grin, falling into their usual morning patter. Faith headed to the kettle as her father opened the New York Post that had been delivered every morning for as long as she could remember.
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