Chapter 3
A tall, dark-haired man stood framed in the doorway, a dark silhouette against the noise and light from the corridor leading to the ballroom behind him.
He cleared his throat. “My apologies. I thought the room was unoccupied.” His voice was pleasant, deep and smooth. It made her think of drinking a glass of brandy and how it made her warm all over. She summoned a polite smile.
“Oh… No, please, I don’t mind.”
The man hesitated an instant longer before coming inside. As he came into the room, the light from the gas lamps in the corridor outside illuminated him and made her catch her breath. With his intense emerald eyes and handsome face, he looked to be a long-lost prince from some childhood fairy tale her mother used to read. Her eyes moved over his broad shoulders and down t
