Edinburgh Twilight (Ian Hamilton Mysteries #1)

by Carole Lawrence

No lover caressed a woman with more tenderness than George Pearson touching the pages of his book.

His tolerance for other people was limited; he longed for the solitude and quiet of his flat.

She was as stubborn a Scot as ever lived.” He turned to face her. “And you?” She raised an eyebrow and drew herself up in her chair. “I’m persistent. There’s a difference.” He threw back his head and laughed. “I know you don’t believe in God, but God bless you all the same.”