CHAPTER THREEJane had never been alone with a young man before let alone a member of the aristocracy and she was finding it difficult to overcome her shyness.
Lord Ranulph was so handsome with his black hair, his strong lean face and his smouldering dark eyes.
There was no mistaking his ancestry, she thought, as he looked at her like a proud thoroughbred that had just found itself in the company of a moorland pony.
‘I must not allow my lack of confidence to get the better of me,’ she mused. ‘And, since his Lordship seems to have nothing to say, it’s up to me to break the silence!’
“Lord Ranulph, would you care for another cup of tea?” she asked.
“Thank you, Miss –?”
He frowned, as if he had no idea how he had found himself sitting opposite her.
“Hartley. Miss Hartley, sir.”
Jane wa
