But this fantasy would be irrelevant unless the earl proposed, because her father would never agree to anything less than marriage.
He cued his big sorrel hunter into a rocking canter and Isabel closed her eyes, and sighed. She concentrated on the feel of him, so close to her that his scent surrounded her—as did his body. His body enveloped hers, keeping her close to him, reigniting that curious and frightening sensation of desire. It was a feeling she couldn’t explain to herself, much less to her friends, seeing as she’d just met the man three days earlier.
Isabel had never felt anything like this before. She'd never been attracted to a man before. Ever. Surely she was a fool to feel this giddy, butterflies in the belly feeling, so soon. He likely had many other women vying for his atte
