8
Jonathan watched Audrey stride away from the succession houses and was torn between laughing and growling in frustration.
Pineapples. What poppycock.
The sprite was avoiding him and using the ruse of fruits to do it. He was tempted to go after her, especially seeing the way her hips swayed back and forth in her delightful colored skirts. He’d teased her endlessly about such gowns, but one had to admit the woman knew how to dress—and how to torture a man with thoughts of stripping her out of those clothes.
Once she was out of sight, he left James and Gillian and returned to the house. He needed help, and there was only one person he felt he could turn to. He found his intended counselor reading in the library.
“Charles.” Jonathan shrugged out of his coat and joined Charles at a table
