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Authors: Marie Higgins
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“One more thing. Tell me, my lord, what kind of life did you lead? Were you a rogue like rumors labeled you? Or were you the gentleman who I’ve come to know?”
Using his other hand, his fingers stroked her cheek. She struggled not to cuddle her face against his touch, but no matter her efforts, she leaned against his palm, not taking her focus from his shadowed eyes.
“Make no mistake, Halle, I was a rogue in my time. I was quite fond of charming women, and I had no wish to ma rry. I did have a mistress—Lucy Dinsmore—and although I tried to keep her a secret, she had a loose tongue and told everyone that I would marry her. Needless to say, I ended our relationship quickly after that. I didn’t want to do anything to embarrass my family.”
“Then you made a wise choice by getting her out of your life.”
“You know, the night of my brother’s wedding, my father suggested it was time for me to start looking for a wife. I informed him that I was not interested.”
She chuckled. “That does sound like what a rogue would say.”
His thumb trailed to her bottom lip. “However, I want to think that if I had met someone like you, my thoughts would have changed.”
“Really? I’m not the type of woman you would have seduced and wanted to be your mistress?”
He leaned closer, which made her heartbeat take on a faster rhythm. Why was he pulling her into the fantasy she’d been thinking about lately?
“I would have most definitely wanted to charm you, my sweet, but you are far different from the other women of my time. I didn’t meet very many who had a mind of their own. I didn’t know very many who spoke their thoughts as you do. Not many women were as selfless as you are.” He drew even closer until his lips hovered above hers. “I have never met any woman whose emotions shine from their eyes like yours do. Halle Chapman, you are beautiful inside and out, and somehow you have bewitched me.” He swallowed hard. “The problem is I don’t mind it at all.”
Oh, dear! She was sunk. She couldn’t pull away now even if she wanted. He was the enchanter, not her, because she wanted him to kiss her more than ever. Closing the space between them, she leaned forward and placed her mouth over his. Her sigh blended with his, and he cupped the back of her head to hold her in place. Just as his lips began their seductive caress, the chirp from her cell phone caused her to jerk away.
“What the devil was that?” he exclaimed, breathless.
“My cell phone.” Blindly, she moved her hand over the bed stand, searching for it since the room was still dimmed, and because his kiss had put her mind in a fog. When she found it, she touched the screen before pressing it to her ear. “Hullo.”
“Hal, did I wake you? I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you’d be in bed so soon.”
She groaned and glanced at the digital clock by the lamp. “Samantha, it’s nearly one in the morning.” She rubbed her forehead, feeling an ache beginning. How she wanted to tell her friend go od-bye and return to kissing Andrew.
The bed shifted, and she swung to face him as he stood. He brushed his fingers against her cheek and kissed her forehead, before stepping quietly out of the room. Her heart cried for him to come back, yet she knew his leaving was the best thing. She couldn’t become involved with him—whether he was twenty-nine or not. Especially not if he came from 1848.
“Samantha, I’m tired and I have a terrible headache. I’ll talk to you in the morning, all right?”
“Are you okay? You’ve not been yourself since we found you outside in the rainstorm earlier, and I’m worried about you. Have you discovered anymore about your father? Is that why you’ve been so quiet?”
“I’m okay, and no, I haven’t found out anything about my father. In fact, my mind hasn’t been on him lately. I suppose I should start asking more questions of the staff here before we have to leave.” She stared at the door,
Using his other hand, his fingers stroked her cheek. She struggled not to cuddle her face against his touch, but no matter her efforts, she leaned against his palm, not taking her focus from his shadowed eyes.
“Make no mistake, Halle, I was a rogue in my time. I was quite fond of charming women, and I had no wish to ma rry. I did have a mistress—Lucy Dinsmore—and although I tried to keep her a secret, she had a loose tongue and told everyone that I would marry her. Needless to say, I ended our relationship quickly after that. I didn’t want to do anything to embarrass my family.”
“Then you made a wise choice by getting her out of your life.”
“You know, the night of my brother’s wedding, my father suggested it was time for me to start looking for a wife. I informed him that I was not interested.”
She chuckled. “That does sound like what a rogue would say.”
His thumb trailed to her bottom lip. “However, I want to think that if I had met someone like you, my thoughts would have changed.”
“Really? I’m not the type of woman you would have seduced and wanted to be your mistress?”
He leaned closer, which made her heartbeat take on a faster rhythm. Why was he pulling her into the fantasy she’d been thinking about lately?
“I would have most definitely wanted to charm you, my sweet, but you are far different from the other women of my time. I didn’t meet very many who had a mind of their own. I didn’t know very many who spoke their thoughts as you do. Not many women were as selfless as you are.” He drew even closer until his lips hovered above hers. “I have never met any woman whose emotions shine from their eyes like yours do. Halle Chapman, you are beautiful inside and out, and somehow you have bewitched me.” He swallowed hard. “The problem is I don’t mind it at all.”
Oh, dear! She was sunk. She couldn’t pull away now even if she wanted. He was the enchanter, not her, because she wanted him to kiss her more than ever. Closing the space between them, she leaned forward and placed her mouth over his. Her sigh blended with his, and he cupped the back of her head to hold her in place. Just as his lips began their seductive caress, the chirp from her cell phone caused her to jerk away.
“What the devil was that?” he exclaimed, breathless.
“My cell phone.” Blindly, she moved her hand over the bed stand, searching for it since the room was still dimmed, and because his kiss had put her mind in a fog. When she found it, she touched the screen before pressing it to her ear. “Hullo.”
“Hal, did I wake you? I’m sorry, but I didn’t think you’d be in bed so soon.”
She groaned and glanced at the digital clock by the lamp. “Samantha, it’s nearly one in the morning.” She rubbed her forehead, feeling an ache beginning. How she wanted to tell her friend go od-bye and return to kissing Andrew.
The bed shifted, and she swung to face him as he stood. He brushed his fingers against her cheek and kissed her forehead, before stepping quietly out of the room. Her heart cried for him to come back, yet she knew his leaving was the best thing. She couldn’t become involved with him—whether he was twenty-nine or not. Especially not if he came from 1848.
“Samantha, I’m tired and I have a terrible headache. I’ll talk to you in the morning, all right?”
“Are you okay? You’ve not been yourself since we found you outside in the rainstorm earlier, and I’m worried about you. Have you discovered anymore about your father? Is that why you’ve been so quiet?”
“I’m okay, and no, I haven’t found out anything about my father. In fact, my mind hasn’t been on him lately. I suppose I should start asking more questions of the staff here before we have to leave.” She stared at the door,
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