As she turned to leave, a hasty hand on the crook of her arm pulled her back, and those full lips were on hers once more. It was a fleeting kiss, but one that set her on fire. “I’ll meet you at the side entrance by the stables,” Renwick said, resting his forehead on hers. She had never before seen a smile like that on his face. It was open and genuine—real happiness that neither of them permitted themselves. It was enough.
