Marie Andersson

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He’d been nothing but civil to her. Coldly, excruciatingly, civil. But she’d felt his penetrating gray gaze on her at the dance this evening—both during the giddy, stomach-fluttering moments when they’d waltzed together, and during those moments when she’d been dancing with someone else.
A Lady of Conscience (Somerset Stories, #5)
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