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What the hell is she doing here?
Allen damned near dumped his champagne down Miss Rossington’s ample bosom upon hearing Olivia’s name announced. Unprepared to see the woman he had once loved, more than he had thought humanly possible, standing in his home again, her presence had blindsided him.
Utterly lovely, staring at him, her eyes startled and huge, Olivia’s beauty clobbered him with the same force as a horse’s kick to the gut.
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With a small start, she realized the captain had turned his one arresting blue eye on her, his mouth curved into a faint ribbon of a smile.
Shona’s stomach tumbled over itself, and she tripped over her own feet.
Och, a newborn lamb is more nimble.
His firm hand at her elbow steadied her as new heat rushed to her cheeks.
What had they been discussing?
Oh, yes. Why she’d come with the Needhams.
“The Needhams are the loveliest people. Their daughter, Katrina, the Duchess of Pendergast, is a dear friend. I don’t know what I’d have done without them.” And she didn’t. As awkward and gauche as she remained, she’d been a veritable social disaster when they’d taken her in. She owed them much.
“I’m truly sorry for your suffering, Shona.”
Captain Le Draco had used her given name.
Most impudent of him. Quite beyond the pale.
And she didn’t object at all.
“It must’ve been unbearably difficult for you.” Compassion rendered his voice husky and thick, and for an instant, Shona gaped, owl-like in amazement.
Except for the Needhams, Harcourt, and Alexa, no one had ever expressed any sympathy for her situation. She swallowed against the tangled knot constricting her throat, and blinked away tears she hadn’t realized had sprung to her eyes.
She wrapped his coat a bit tighter around her shoulders. “Thank you. It was quite awful at first. But the passage of time has helped. That, and being surrounded by people I know care for me.”
Seemingly of its own accord, her finger touched his marred cheek, the merest feathering over the rigid flesh. Brazen, that. And wholly invasive, and inappropriate, particularly since she’d known him all of twenty or thirty brief minutes.
Why did she feel this compelling need to comfort Captain Le Draco? To touch him? Such a powerful, overwhelming need that she kicked aside her usual shyness and reticence?
“What about you, Captain?” Her confidence hadn’t yet grown enough to address him by his given name too. “I imagine it’s been most difficult for you as well. Does it still hurt?”
She softly pressed her pads against the contorted flesh.
He seized her hand and held it to his ravaged cheek, his eyes closed, eyelashes trembling as if he were in pain or overcome by extreme sentiment.
“Yes.”
