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Oliver delighted in showing Rayne around Edinburgh Castle. A heavy fog rolled across the snow-covered grounds, and he had been lucky enough to steal her away into an alcove, unseen by her father and Miss Moore, for a quick, passionate kiss on more than one occasion. It had become a game for them, to see how many times he could corner his little American before they had to reappear and act as if nothing scandalous had happened.
He couldn’t keep his hands off her. She was addictive. Her smile, her laughter, the way she focused so intently on learning the history of this place—it all fascinated him. He had spoken the truth at the Witchery, and while her fortune had allowed for the possibility of pursuing her, that fortune held no sway over how he felt. If he were the one with the fortune
