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It was just…it was just…

Hyacinth chewed on her lip, horrified by how close to tears she was

It was just that she’d thought her first kiss would be entlee from the encounter if not impressed then at least a little bit pleased by her performance

But Gareth St Clair had been his usualself, and Hyacinth hated that she’d allowed him to make her feel small

“It’s just a kiss,” she whispered, her words floating through the e”

But she knew, even as she tried so hard to lie to herself about it, that it had been more than a kiss

Much, much more

At least that was how it had been for her She closed her eyes in agony Dear God, while she’d been lying on her bed thinking and thinking, then rethinking and thinking again, he was probably sleeping like a baby The man had kissed—

Well, she didn’t care to speculate on how many woh to irl in London

Hoas she going to face hi his grandmother’s diary, for heaven’s sake If she tried to avoid him, it would seem so obvious

And the last thing she wanted to do was allow him to see how upset he had s in life a woured that as long as dignity was still an option, sheon to it

And in the meantime…

She picked up his grandmother’s diary She hadn’t done any work on it for a full day She was only twenty-two pages in; there were at least a hundred o

She looked down at the book, lying unopened on her lap She supposed she could send it back In fact, she probably should send it back It would serve hiht to be forced to find another translator after his behavior the night before

But she was enjoying the diary Life didn’t toss veryladies Frankly, it would be nice to be able to say she had translated an entire book from the Italian And it would probably be nice to actually do it, too