“Yes, she was climbing onto the edge of the fountain when I found her.”
“Good God,” he muttered. “I only knew she’d wandered away from the nursery.” He gave Blair a kiss on her forehead before looking toward Rowena.
He combed his fingers through hair that was a little too long for the current fashion. There was something different about him, as though the suit he wore was a costume. With his broad shoulders, great height, and muscled form, he was more fit for the role of a Scottish warrior of old than a gentleman in a garden. The thought of him in a kilt, brandishing a sword, like a man out of her deepest, secret dreams…another shiver rippled through her and she swallowed hard. She was still young enough to have silly daydreams about handsome lords whisking her away to castles.
“Thank y
