She was a kept woman now.
Madelyn was delirious with joy and could not dampen it. Her smile was open and unashamed even as her entire body sang to her bare toes. Happiness had finally taken residence in her.
They were lovers now—and she was deeply and irrevocably in love with him.
Admitting was no longer frightening. It simply… was.
Brand's strikingly handsome face, and his rare roguish smile were now engraved in her brain. She saw him as she pleased, his eyes warm and on her; his right eye 'winking' as he looked at her.
It was well past eleven. The sun had climbed high overhead, casting its brilliance across the grounds of Mainecroft Hall. She sat by the window in the Jade Room, a fine handkerchief on her lap, carefully working his name onto the fine piece of cloth. But it was difficult to concentrate.
Her lips curved once more, despite herself.
Several days had passed. Days that were more like a dream than they were reality.
