One by one the loaded vehicles carried away the calculating mamas and their impoverished sons after a night of dancing. The aristocrats couldn’t afford to snub Wright any longer, for he had a rich, marriageable daughter, and they had empty coffers. “I didn’t see you in the ballroom.” He looked over his shoulder to find her poking through the skylight. She was still as impulsive as a child, thinking she could do anything and go anywhere. “Get below,” he ordered. “You’ll break your neck.” But she was already on the roof, and he hastened toward her to make sure she didn’t fall like she’d almost done five years ago. Spoiled, rotten . . . beautiful girl. She embraced him. He stiffened, then trembled at her warm touch. The lavender fragrance in her dark red hair filled his lungs. His chin dropped to her shoulder, and he almost returned the embrace. Almost. He quickly sensed the danger in that. Instead, he pulled away from her, still maintaining a hold of her arm. He didn’t trust her not to fall.
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