About This Book
"I am here," called Emity, "And occupying your bedroom. You are Patrick, aren't you?"
"Your bedroom now, my sweet. I hope I've moved all my belongings. I thought I might frighten you if I used my key, so...May I come up?"
"Are you alone?"
"Yes, I am alone."
"I'll come down. Will you have a drink? Or if you'd like coffee, please tell Meggie.
"Coffee, Meggie!" Patrick shouted. "I say, Emily, how you've grown."
She had brushed her hair before going to bed, and now she wasn't tired at all. It must be something to do with the atmosphere of vitality that Patrick had brought into the house. He stood looking up at her, his thin face tilted at an appraising angle, his blue eyes keen with interest, his reddish hair slightly long, very thick and curly, very decorative. His clothes were casual and obviously expensive. He looked expensive altogether. Patrick Lloyd, baronet, exceedingly attractive, and fully aware of it.
But there was something about him that disturbed her...
