The Wicked Widow Meets Her Match A Regency Rogues Novel - Plot & Excerpts
“I missed you today,” she told him.“And I, you,” he answered, the flickering light from his candlestick coming closer to where she lay, his bed linens pulled up and tucked beneath her chin. “The plans of men never do come together as quickly as one would prefer.”He set the candlestick down on the fireplace mantel and ran both hands through his hair in a weary gesture.“Will you join me now?” Grace asked, needing the weight of him against her.Langdon turned and looked at her, a rakish smile playing on his lips. “You did miss me, didn’t you?”“Yes, but …” She was going to cry. Though she’d practiced the conversation most of the day and well into the quickly disappearing night, she knew the telltale signs. The pressure behind her eyes began to build. A lump the size of Sisyphus’s burden lodged in her throat. Grace bit her tongue and met his gaze, willing herself to remain calm.“Grace?” he asked, his smile fading and a confused frown lowering his eyebrows.
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