Making love with Douglas had opened a new world of pleasure, delight, and wild passion, all of which she had never known in all twenty-six years of what she now considered a bland, boring life. One thing was certain: after today, she would never be the same. Even so, despite her newfound euphoria, a touch of unease nagged at a corner of her mind. What if someone had peeked through the window of the maid’s room and seen them? She pictured Sir Archibald greeting her at the door with, “Aha! I know what you’ve been up to, you wicked woman, you strumpet!”Fortunately no such event occurred, and when she walked into the empty entry hall, she found a late-afternoon stillness lay over the mansion, as if all occupants were napping, or otherwise engaged in their own pursuits, and no one knew or cared that she had just made wild, passionate love with Douglas Cartland. Her sanity returned. She realized quite probably no one except Bruta even realized she’d been gone. She was starting up the main staircase when her mother appeared.“Jane, I want a word with you.”Uh-oh.
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