And then, as if summoned by her thoughts, Mr. Taylor appeared, filling the doorway—and her mind. The clothing hugged his large frame, the navy wool jacket with its fitted silhouette emphasizing his stature. Beneath it, a gray herringbone waistcoat adorned a crisp white shirt topped with a loosely tied cravat. His trousers clung to his muscular thighs, further emphasized by a pair of polished Hessian boots. The sight left her pulse pounding in her ears. “Darling, close your mouth before you catch a fly.” Georgie beckoned to Mr. Taylor.
