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Mr Trent’s eyes sprang wide “Mr Rowan?”

“The man my parents demanded I marry” Guilt pushed to the fore No one wanted to disappoint their kin A child wanted nothing e

A flash of pain marred Mr Trent’s handsome features “You were m-married?”

Verity eased the pressure on the wound for fear that hat caused his mild distress “Lord, no! My parents locked ht but bread for reed to the match” She leaned forward and whispered, “I can be very stubborn, though I aood trait”

A weak smile touched his lips “It is a trait I have come to admire”

The urge to kiss hiain Instead, she cupped his face and stroked his cheek gently with the pad of her thumb “You’re the only one who can control my indomitable spirit” She hts “I told Mr Rowan I would rather sell ive myself to any man”

“You did?” His heated gaze searched her face

“But that was before I met you,” she mouthed silently

The aty that sent pleasurable pulses to her e as it came to an abrupt halt intensified the desperate ache in her core

“I shall rouse Dr Rede door and vaulted to the pavement “With luck, he will treat your wound here”

As soon as Mr Cavanagh closed the door and disappeared into the night, Verity’s thoughts turned to kissing But her mind had no time to dwell on whether it ise to excite the patient, or whether Mr Trent felt the sa in his veins, too

One large masculine arm snaked around her back The other slipped up to cup her nape Mr Trent drew her lips to his, paused ato be a ht I met you”

“Is that your way of saying you wish to kiss me, Mr Trent?”

The gentleman moistened his lips “I want to do more than kiss you, Miss Vale”

With that, he captured herkiss that curled her toes and sent delicious shivers racing down the length of her spine