he leaned back, setting his portfolio beside him and letting one arm extend across the back of the sofa while the other rested on the sofa’s arm, his hand lifted so he could just rest his knuckles against his temple. It was all very masculine and laissez-faire. Having never encountered a man like Mr. Pierce at Fortitude, and having never seen a man quite conquer a sofa with such ease during tea at Aunt Eugenia’s, I was duly impressed.
