It was an unreasonable expectation, of course, since the only time he’d followed her was when he viewed her father as a suspect. Still, she expected to see him in the shadows. Or at her door with news that he’d discovered the conspirators. Or even with a request for help in his investigation. And in her wildest daydreams, he’d present himself to her in her parlor with a bouquet of flowers and an invitation to go with him somewhere so he could kiss her witless again. Clearly, she was still witless. An unbending man like Grant Amesbury pliable enough to declare himself? Not likely. Of course, she never expected him to kiss so passionately, either. Maybe he’d claim her and demand, just as forcefully, that she marry him. His defensive words after their kiss returned to her…nothing between us…just two lonely people sharing a kiss. Nonsense. No other kiss she’d experienced came close to the intimate heat she’d shared with Grant. He cared for her. Desired her. But he denied it.
