"A kiss?"
How strange. Cass could have staked money on him being about to say something ... worse. But a kiss? A libertine like him, who ... well, she doubted that Tilly had invited that painted w***e who'd been standing by the door at Chessington. Cass didn't imagine she wasn't looking at who had. Which was why she wished he wouldn't stand there, gazing down at her with boyish longing, as if he'd die to kiss her.
"From you. I mean ... I... "
She jerked her chin higher. "I know quite well who it is from, Lord Hawley. I'm not blind."
If a kiss was as much as this specimen wanted to make him go away again why the blazes not just do it? Then she could stay here without further fear of interruption. From him anyway. She'd said to Ruby and Pearl she'd deal with him? This was her chance to s
