Normally, he would be all she thought of but at the present she observed a young boy who spied on her from behind a purple damask settee. He had dark brown hair, blue eyes, and a bruise on his pale face that was in the healing process. Lowering her lids, she kept her eyes upon him while he inched closer. Who was this boy and who injured him? She smoothed her hands down her skirt and got to her feet. Moving to her left where she decried the curious oil painting on the wall, she approached for a closer inspection. A beautiful seascape and she noticed three ships on the approach. The detail so intricate she could almost taste the salt from the sea. She reached for it only to pause when the door opened. The familiar tingle which skated up her spine told her who it was. She laced her fingers, turned, and saw Colin. “Thank you for seeing me, my lord,” she said dropping for a quick curtsey. The door closed behind him with a definite click and her belly tightened with the mere knowledge of what his touch could do.
