“I am glad that is what you have decided to do,” Zia said when he told her. “I love being at sea and it is so delightful to be with you, my Lord, because you make me think ‒ of Papa.”
The Marquis thought with a twist of his lips that, when he was with most women, he did not in any way remind them of their fathers.
Despite the fact that Zia was laughing with him as if he was a contemporary, he was aware that she did not think of him, as any other woman would have done, as an attractive man.
He supposed it was because she was so young and, as he had already found, completely innocent of the world.
The strange thing was that while there were none of the double entendres that were so much part of the conversations he had with the beauties who he and Harry pursued, he found her interesting
