NINETEEN
The other girls didn't even glance up from their dinner, but Bianca couldn't tear her eyes away from the man who stepped into the room. Her fingers itched to stroke his black silk tunic. It certainly wasn't made for him. The sleeves that would have been loose on any other man bulged with the muscles she'd seen in Kun's yard, making them look even bigger. He'd had to unlace it a little down the front to allow space for his broad chest without ripping the fabric, but the tantalising glimpse of flesh at his throat only made her mouth dry at the thought of touching, kissing, stroking...
Bianca mentally shook herself. If Cousin Efe had brought him here, dressed up like the lord she knew he wasn't, then he had a mystery to solve.
She patted the bench beside her, shifting over until
