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When it came to Isabella, he would always be too weak to resist

Chapter 2

Isabella Fernall flopped down into the carriage seat and exhaled deeply Her heart pounded so loudly in her chest the thuers to her cheeks to know they fla on her hands was the only way to stop the?

She glanced at the eue plea had failed to rouse Tristan’s enthusias the contemptuous expression on his face, she doubted he would co, the men had never been close She did not know or understand why During the last few years, and until his untiood and loyal friend to her

The sudden tap on theasp for breath

Good Lord The ghostly hauntings at Highley Grange had turned her into a shivering wreck Sucking in a breath, she leant forward and opened the door ajar Catching a gliolden hair and black coat, she sat back in the seat in a bid to compose herself before he entered her conveyance

With swift efficiency, Tristan clie and slammed the door

Time stopped Just for a moment

He sat down opposite, his glacial gaze scanning the interior as though he would rather observe the qualit

y of the leather than look at her

“What is this about?” His blunt tone sliced through the air

In herthe sour look from his face “It is about your brother” Her reply was equally as cold and direct

He sat back in the seat, folded his arh her “What could be so i me? You could have called at the house rather than accost me at a concert”

She searched his face, struggling to find the kind and carefree man who had once stolen her heart Hostility did not co s

“I’htily, refusing to let his frosty tone penetrate her composed demeanour “I tend only to call where I knoill be welcome”