The Delicate Matter Of Lady Blayne - Plot & Excerpts
He grimaced at the stench of urine and stale sweat, then his stomach roiled. Sunny hadn’t been lying, the bed reeked. He’d been too drunk, too frustrated and too exhausted the night before to notice. He flung the bed covers off then rose from the bed and went to use the necessary. After that, he went to the washstand to splash cool water on his face. Face dripping, he looked into the mirror. Bloodshot eyes stared back from a paler than normal face. He rubbed his hand over the thick growth of stubble on his cheeks. How rough had he looked last night? If he and Sunny had been lovers, he would never have gone to her without shaving first, much less in a state of heavy intoxication. Well, it wasn’t his way to drink to excess now. He’d put all that behind him… However, he couldn’t deny it. After all these years. After all the women and war and denial he’d put between them, she still possessed the ability to strip away all his self-control and reveal the passionate, primal man beneath.
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