3Lord Thornwick was gone almost before Angelina knew why he’d been there. She looked down at the wilted violets and smiled again. That man was unbelievable. He wanted her to take his plant and make it bloom again, but why? Did he think that because she helped wounded dogs, she could help a dying plant? She had no skills in that area whatsoever, but she would see what she could do to save it for him.But on further thought, she knew it was not like Lord Thornwick to care about a plant. It had to be that the violets were an excuse for him to come over. But why hadn’t he simply asked her the proper way? Because he seldom did anything the proper way.What a devil he was.“I brought you flowers,” Captain Maxwell said and extended the bouquet to her.“Thank you, Captain, they’re beautiful.” She took them in her free hand and smelled them. “And very fragrant, too.” Handing both gifts to Mrs. Bickmore, she said, “Please put the flowers in water and bring them into the drawing room for us to enjoy.
