Since Sara had arrived, the drawing room had been filled almost constantly with people calling, and when that happened he tried to avoid the room. She was sitting at a small writing desk, a pile of papers next to her, a pen in hand. She was deep in thought, her lower lip caught between her teeth, her eyes focused on something in the distance. “What are you so deep in thought about?” he asked as he closed the door behind him. At this point he wasn’t worried about propriety; he was just damned frustrated that in the two days since his talk with his mother, he’d not had a moment alone with Sara. There were things he wanted to discuss with her, and dammit, he was tired of waiting to get her alone. “Ross!” She looked up at him with the widest smile. It warmed his heart more than he was able to put into words. She put down her pen and folded her hands on the table. “I’ve missed you,” he said softly, stopping in front of her. Something in her eyes flickered. Something he wasn’t able to read clearly.
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