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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 1997
“But I do want you to know that despite these very minor, er, setbacks--”
Ellie’s mouth settled into a grim and angry line.
He must not have noticed because he kept talking.
“--I think you are becoming a superb countess. Your behavior with the tenants the other day was magnificent.”
“Are you telling me I am more suited to life outside Wycombe Abbey than inside?” she asked.
Cecil? His mealy-mouthed cousin, the one who had always tattled when they were children, the one who had always taken an inordinate amount of pleasure in stepping on bugs?
"Lord Billington, I must insist that you use your cane."
"On you?" He sounded intrigued by the notion.
"Did you know I dream about your hair?" he asked.
She opened her eyes in delighted surprise. "Really?"
"Mmm, yes. I always used to think it was the exact color of the sun at sunset, but now I realize that I'm wrong." He pinched a lock and brought it to his lips. "It's brighter. Brighter than the sun. And so are you."
Ellie yawned again and settled against him. "Will you stay here tonight? At least until I fall asleep?"
He needed and kissed her temple.
"Good. It's warmer with you here."
Charles blew out the candle and laid back down on top of the covers. Then, once he was sure she was asleep, he touched his heart and whispered, "It's warmer in her, too."