But he sent no word, and Amelia found herself veering between feeling horribly embarrassed at their tryst and anger that he had rejected her—even if, as she admitted to herself, it was for honourable reasons. At night time, both anger and embarrassment faded away to be replaced by desire as she remembered the fierce tenderness of his kiss and the thrill of his touch, his hands stroking places no man had ever seen. Emotions tumbled in her and kept her awake, until Amelia thought she would be happy when she could leave and put the memories of her all too brief liaison with Jasper Glendir behind her. Then the letter from Madeleine came. She had been sitting in the small salon after a light afternoon meal, casting an eye over the copy of the Post the coachman had brought her earlier that day, which was at least a week out of date, and feeling, confusion over Jasper aside, more relaxed than she had done in months. If not ever. Already, Trevan, its people and wild, beautiful countryside had become dear to her.
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