The Return Of Lord Conistone (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
He wore no coat. His soaked white shirt was hanging open and loose, as he strode towards the pavilion with some sort of pack slung over his shoulder, and his long water-streaked hair clinging starkly to his cheekbones. The heavy rain was sluicing off his tight breeches and wet leather boots, and he looked more dangerously masculine than ever. She caught her breath at the sight of his wide shoulders, his long powerful thighs as he prowled towards the pavilion door, his jaw clenched, his grey eyes narrowed to iron slits. ‘Verena!’ he called again, in his deep, compelling voice. ‘I know you’re here!’ She opened the door wide, tilting her chin in defiance, determined to hide the fact that she was trembling with cold—yes, and fear. ‘I’m here, Lucas,’ she answered, attempting calm. ‘I thought you were on your way back to London’. The way he looked at her. She felt dreadfully vulnerable, dreadfully conscious of the way her own wet clothes clung to her. This man had gone to incredible lengths to find her father’s diary.
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