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336 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 2012
And yet, he missed her. After the day’s events, his insides were hollow. She’d left a hollow where there had been hope and joy. She’d awakened a heart that he thought dormant. The desire for a real family that he’d allowed to seep into him had been crushed, and he saw nothing to replace it with on the horizon.
He had said that he would protect her and it seemed that was exactly what he was offering, his protection...But she also felt more than a flicker of excitement. It slid through her veins like a heady wine, wicked and wondrous.
“No,” she said. “No, I can’t do this.”
Johnny ran a hand over his disordered hair. He was looking less than his usual immaculate self. “I thought you seemed to be managing quite well,” he murmured.
“I can’t be your mistress,” Lydia stated baldly.
Johnny looked disconcerted. “I wasn’t aware that I had asked you.”
“You implied it,” Lydia said. “You said there was a price for your silence.”
She saw the understanding break in his eyes. “I am flattered that you were prepared to consider it for even a moment, but…”
Mortification crashed over Lydia in a wave. She closed her eyes. “I misunderstood, didn’t I?”
“I fear so.” He was trying not to laugh, damn him.
“I’ll be as careful as I want to be.”
And yet, he missed her. After the day’s events, his insides were hollow. She’d left a hollow where there had been hope and joy. She’d awakened a heart that he thought dormant. The desire for a real family that he’d allowed to seep into him had been crushed, and he saw nothing to replace it with on the horizon.
“It was a stormy night, black as pitch…”
He had said that he would protect her and it seemed that was exactly what he was offering, his protection...But she also felt more than a flicker of excitement. It slid through her veins like a heady wine, wicked and wondrous.
“No,” she said. “No, I can’t do this.”
Johnny ran a hand over his disordered hair. He was looking less than his usual immaculate self. “I thought you seemed to be managing quite well,” he murmured.
“I can’t be your mistress,” Lydia stated baldly.
Johnny looked disconcerted. “I wasn’t aware that I had asked you.”
“You implied it,” Lydia said. “You said there was a price for your silence.”
She saw the understanding break in his eyes. “I am flattered that you were prepared to consider it for even a moment, but…”
Mortification crashed over Lydia in a wave. She closed her eyes. “I misunderstood, didn’t I?”
“I fear so.” He was trying not to laugh, damn him.