She took a deep breath, looking up at the ceiling for a long moment. A raindrop moved slowly down her neck; he watched as it turned down the slope of her breast to disappear inside the collar of her shirt. He was seriously contemplating becoming jealous of a droplet of water. Yorkshire was obviously damaging to his sanity.
Sarah MacLeanShe can't force us to go to the ball. We're grown men, for Lord's sake!" Will cocked an eyebrow at his younger brother. "You don't think she can force us? We are speaking of the same mother, correct? Small frame, enormous will?
Sarah MacLeanFortuitous mostly for me,Lady Holloway," she said, her gaze steadfast on her husband. "For without our being childhgood neighbors, I am certain that my husband woud never have found me." Michael's gaze lit with admiration, and he lifted his glass in her direction. "At some point I would have realized what I was missing, darling. An I would have come looking for you.
Sarah MacLeanI . . . hit him . . . elsewhere.โ โWhere?โ โIn his . . .In his inguine.โ โOh, dear God.โ It was unclear whether Ralstonโs words were meant as prayer or blasphemy. What was clear was that the woman was a gladiator. โHe called me a pie!โ she announced, defensively. There was a pause. โWait. Thatโs not right.โ โA tart?โ โYes! Thatโs it!โ She registered her brotherโs fists and looked to Simon. โI see that it is not a compliment.โ โNo. It is not.
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