Quinn MacCauley, the seventh earl of Forres, stared out of the wide French windows facing the veranda of Hampton House. The midmorning tea had just been laid out and a light luncheon was being prepared. Yet Quinn could not focus on these details. His mind, as it was wont to do this last year, drifted.
The ring finger on his left hand was bare, and he felt naked without the silver band he’d worn until a month ago.
Sweet Maura…
Sweet Maura…Had it truly been a year since his wife had died giving birth to the baby boy that had perished with her? He didn’t feel ready to move on—he doubted he ever would—but Blair, his darling, wee bairn, needed a mother. She was growing up so fast, and before he knew it she’d be presented at court and suitors would be knocking at his door. As a single father,
