CHAPTER THREE“You!”
Robert, the Duke of Glentorran, gazed down at the face that had haunted his dreams for months.
The same dark blue eyes and perfect mouth.
Although her long hair was darkened to amber by the driving rain and spray, he would have recognised her anywhere.
“Your Grace – ”
Viola’s voice was no more than a whisper.
She could not think clearly, especially as the Duke was still holding her tightly in his arms as the little rowing boat swayed alarmingly in the rough sea.
For a long second they just stared into each other’s eyes and then the Duke gave his head a little shake.
“We will talk later,” he grunted abruptly whilst he helped her to a seat.
“My brother, sir. He has not been well. He is very weak. I don’t know if he can manage to jump down into this boat.”
Vio
