Cold-Hearted Rake (The Ravenels, #1)

by Lisa Kleypas

“My lord, I am a widow. Have you no understanding of appropriate conversation for a woman in my situation?” Apparently not, judging by his expression. “What does one discuss with widows?” he asked. “No subject that could be considered sad, shocking, or inappropriately humorous.” “That leaves me with nothing to say, then.” “Thank

“Stop,” she whispered through dry lips. “Please . . . I’m going to faint . . .” His taunting whisper tickled her ear. “Then faint.”

Kathleen looked down at the gift in wonder. First the shawl . . . now this. Personal, beautiful, thoughtful things. No one had ever understood her taste so acutely. Damn him.

“Would you like references?” he asked, his tone edged with coolness. “Attesting to my satisfactory performance in the bedroom?”