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“Oh? Right about what?”

“The devil has returned to Greystone Manor”

Chapter Five

The town hall clock struck nine, indicating the end of the five , he leant back against the Doric colue wooden doors He’d been too lenient Had given ht to demand

What was it about Miss Lovell he found so diverting?

Why did he feel an overwhel need to please her?

During his extensive travels abroad, he’d met many exotic beauties Women with sleek black hair as soft and shiny as silk, the sultry look in their eyes pro a wealth of pleasure But none of the with innocence, burning with passion

Miss Lovell was a complex puzzle he felt compelled to solve A fascination he was drawn to pursue

Despite believing the worst of his character, she’d spoken to hiht as if an honourable er flowed through his veins for her failure to do as he asked, her need to defy hi

He whipped his watch from his pocket, checked the tieo back on his word

Miles pushed away from the stone column and brushed dust from his coat sleeves He was about to march back inside when the doors flew open and three people stumbled onto the top step

Satisfaction settled in his chest The feeling had nothing to do with punishing Gilligan and everything to do with the fact the lady had followed his instruction

“You’re late, Miss Lovell”

“Late?” She raised a challenging brow “I think not Might I suggest you take your pocket watch to Mr Marshall and have him inspect the mechanism?”

Miles suppressed a grin Miss Lovell had a ical ability to soothe his foul temper Much like his French friend Dariell