with Logan."
An explosive huff of breath created a cloud of white vapor around his head, giving him the appearance of a fire breathing dragon.
"I created the problem?" Victoria shook her head, the long braid of her sugar brown hair swinging over one shoulder. She caught it and rubbed it past her lips in a defensive movement. "Did you really imagine we would never meet in a town as small as Cambridge?"
Keir pushed a hand through his dark hair leaving it rumpled and standing in spikes, giving him a rakish air.
"What is it you want from me?" His chocolate eyes gleaming slits through the extravagant fan of his lashes. "And why settle here in the first place?"
The question brought her up short.
Why had she settled in Cambridge, a small satellite town south of Hamilton and not gone further afield?
As the answer came, she crossed arms over her chest, afraid Keir would guess her thoughts.
When she'd first discovered she was pregnant, she'd come to Cambridge in the hope she'd run across Seth Donahue. In an unguarded moment, Seth had once mentioned his father owned a racing stable not far from the town. But she'd been looking for Seth Donahue not Keir Donovan, and of course she was doomed to fail.
And she'd returned here to open her florist shop.
Sure it was a good business move. The town was well-to-do and gave her access to a wealthy clientele.
Was I hoping to run across Seth? Indubitably.
Now, in this intimate space, so near to her son's father, Victoria knew her actions couldn't bear too close a scrutiny.
As clear as if it was written in huge neon letters, she knew she'd chosen Cambridge to open her business because of this man. She lived with the hope that one day her Seth would walk through the doors of Victorian Grace.
But as a married man?
The shiver that ghosted through her had nothing to do with the cold. Could she continue to live here, knowing her son's father was married to another woman?
"Now the truth comes out," he taunted.
Heat flooded her cheeks. She walked away from him, paced across the small woodland dell and turned to face him.
"No, you have that wrong," she denied, her voice filled with quiet vehemence.
In two strides, Keir crossed the space and caught her shoulders in a firm grip. "Now who's coloring the truth?"
Victoria looked up at him, moistening suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue, heart racing, nervous of his expression.
"Okay, I'll believe you, if you do something for me."
Her heart raced and her breath grew shallow. She mistrusted his expression.
"What?" She heard the wariness in her voice.
"Let me unbind your hair?"
Shocked she stared at him, unable to believe he was serious.
"Please?"
It was the please that had her debating with herself for long, fraught moments, then with a shrug, slowly reached for her braid.
He took it from her.
Gentle fingers made each touch an erotic caress as he unraveled the skein of hair until it was spread out around her body in a silken shawl, running it through his hands.
Victoria stared at him, mesmerized by the changing expressions on his face. When he leaned forward, and not touching her anywhere else kissed her mouth softly, his seduction held her motionless.
At last he lifted his head and ran a finger down her cheek.
"This is how I'll remember you." His voice was soft with regret. "I won't bother you again, Victoria."
For long moments, they looked at each other, tension sharp in the air. Victoria lifted a trembling hand and then let it fall. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't form on her lips.
This surely couldn't be the end of her dreams?
But looking up at him, the rigid expression, the tension in his stance, she heard all her long-held dreams crumble around her feet.
Tension cloaked the air.
"Just make sure you don't marry Logan. I'd hate history to repeat itself."
What history?
Before she could ask, he stalked off, paused a moment at the edge of the dell and looked
An explosive huff of breath created a cloud of white vapor around his head, giving him the appearance of a fire breathing dragon.
"I created the problem?" Victoria shook her head, the long braid of her sugar brown hair swinging over one shoulder. She caught it and rubbed it past her lips in a defensive movement. "Did you really imagine we would never meet in a town as small as Cambridge?"
Keir pushed a hand through his dark hair leaving it rumpled and standing in spikes, giving him a rakish air.
"What is it you want from me?" His chocolate eyes gleaming slits through the extravagant fan of his lashes. "And why settle here in the first place?"
The question brought her up short.
Why had she settled in Cambridge, a small satellite town south of Hamilton and not gone further afield?
As the answer came, she crossed arms over her chest, afraid Keir would guess her thoughts.
When she'd first discovered she was pregnant, she'd come to Cambridge in the hope she'd run across Seth Donahue. In an unguarded moment, Seth had once mentioned his father owned a racing stable not far from the town. But she'd been looking for Seth Donahue not Keir Donovan, and of course she was doomed to fail.
And she'd returned here to open her florist shop.
Sure it was a good business move. The town was well-to-do and gave her access to a wealthy clientele.
Was I hoping to run across Seth? Indubitably.
Now, in this intimate space, so near to her son's father, Victoria knew her actions couldn't bear too close a scrutiny.
As clear as if it was written in huge neon letters, she knew she'd chosen Cambridge to open her business because of this man. She lived with the hope that one day her Seth would walk through the doors of Victorian Grace.
But as a married man?
The shiver that ghosted through her had nothing to do with the cold. Could she continue to live here, knowing her son's father was married to another woman?
"Now the truth comes out," he taunted.
Heat flooded her cheeks. She walked away from him, paced across the small woodland dell and turned to face him.
"No, you have that wrong," she denied, her voice filled with quiet vehemence.
In two strides, Keir crossed the space and caught her shoulders in a firm grip. "Now who's coloring the truth?"
Victoria looked up at him, moistening suddenly dry lips with the tip of her tongue, heart racing, nervous of his expression.
"Okay, I'll believe you, if you do something for me."
Her heart raced and her breath grew shallow. She mistrusted his expression.
"What?" She heard the wariness in her voice.
"Let me unbind your hair?"
Shocked she stared at him, unable to believe he was serious.
"Please?"
It was the please that had her debating with herself for long, fraught moments, then with a shrug, slowly reached for her braid.
He took it from her.
Gentle fingers made each touch an erotic caress as he unraveled the skein of hair until it was spread out around her body in a silken shawl, running it through his hands.
Victoria stared at him, mesmerized by the changing expressions on his face. When he leaned forward, and not touching her anywhere else kissed her mouth softly, his seduction held her motionless.
At last he lifted his head and ran a finger down her cheek.
"This is how I'll remember you." His voice was soft with regret. "I won't bother you again, Victoria."
For long moments, they looked at each other, tension sharp in the air. Victoria lifted a trembling hand and then let it fall. She wanted to say something, anything, but the words wouldn't form on her lips.
This surely couldn't be the end of her dreams?
But looking up at him, the rigid expression, the tension in his stance, she heard all her long-held dreams crumble around her feet.
Tension cloaked the air.
"Just make sure you don't marry Logan. I'd hate history to repeat itself."
What history?
Before she could ask, he stalked off, paused a moment at the edge of the dell and looked
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