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June 7, 2021 - October 2, 2024
Even he knew that women did not enjoy being compared to insects.
“Speak on, Miss Sharpe. I would have us understand one another.”
“Her work is stunning.” “You ought to tell her that, sir.” Billings put his paper back in the pile. “It does a soul good to know when their work is appreciated.”
“Still.” Rupert did not understand the distinction. “The child is in his care.” “I am afraid being in someone’s care is not the same as being cared for, Mr. Gardiner.”
Her blush upon catching his stare was nearly the same shade, and all at once Rupert wanted to take her in his arms and offer her shelter.
“Rupert?” Had anything ever sounded so right as his name falling from her tongue?
he decided, in that instant, if he ever discovered a new species of butterfly, he meant to name it after her.
I cannot imagine how anyone could see you as anything less than a lady of quality.”
It was only natural, he supposed, that when a man found a woman of such talent and intelligence that he must find all aspects of her lovely and becoming.
“I know most consider me odd the moment I open my mouth.” The bee apparently thought the same, as it took flight and left him. Talking to bees was a new low point in his life.
“Horrid relatives, all of them. If they were so concerned about it, they should have given you a proper coming-out and married you off first.”
“Will you walk with me?” he asked, gesturing out into the garden. “I wish to know everything about you.” “Everything?” She looped her arm through his, and her cheeks turned pink. “There is not all that much to tell, I’m afraid.” “How can that be, when you have lived more than twenty years in this world without me knowing of it?”
How the subtle touch could make his heart thrum with the intensity of thunder, Rupert did not know. Perhaps there were some things science could not explain.
