Chapter Three
James watched from the library windows as Kate came out of the trees on the far side of the lawn. Her hair was bright, even at such a distance. He frowned as he looked at her. He understood her aversion to marriages of convenience. It was an aversion he shared, having been witness to his parents’ miserable marriage. Not that Kate’s parents had been unhappy together—quite the opposite, in fact. The late Viscount Honeycourt and his wife had been devoted to each other. But theirs had been a love match.
James watched Kate and frowned. He wanted a love match. He wanted passion. But . . .
Passion was all very well, but a marriage couldn’t survive on passion alone. Respect and friendship were equally important, if not more so, and he had those with Kate. And despite her airy asse
