“I think I might love you for saying that, Lord Lorne.” The room seemed to go very still. No one had overheard them, but John’s eyes had fixated on her. Slowly, he lifted her hand and pressed a kiss on her skin, just above her gloves. “It is a good thing that we are getting married this month then, my dear, and not the dreadful May you first suggested.” If they hadn’t been in a drawing room full of people, Louise would have pulled the man into her arms and kissed him soundly.
