CHAPTER TWOAndrea did not go straight home.
She felt in a curious and somewhat unsettled mood.
Those departing words of Lord Mannerly haunted her.
‘I have other means to punish this young lady’.
He was obviously something of a brute, believing it to be his own God-given right to administer his form of arbitrary justice to anyone who crossed him.
And yet – he was so very handsome!
His eyes! Those dark liquid pupils had seemed at one point to almost devour her.
His hands! Crossed over the muzzle of his rifle, they had suggested both great ease and great strength.
His voice! A deep rich tone that had conveyed natural authority.
His stature! Taller than Grogan by a good twelve inches, he had such broad shoulders and, as she could not help but notice as he strode away over the fiel
