She watched her own gloved hand lift and press gently in his. Despite the soft kid leather between them, the casual touch flared with a heat that fairly stole Leah’s breath. Lifting her gaze, she met his smiling blue eyes, so earnest and kind. “I have you,” he encouraged. “I shan’t let you fall.” But he was wrong. Because Leah did fall. Not into the stream . . . that she managed to cross easily. No. Instead, that was the moment Miss Leah Penn-Leith fell in love—completely, irrevocably—with Mr. Fox Carnegie.