When Jude turned and saw Lorraine coming down the stairs, he didn’t know if he could face her after last night. Once again he was taken in by her beauty and stared as if he were looking at a goddess. He’d never seen a woman who could take his breath away as this one had. Yesterday when he had welcomed her to Whiskey Hill, her hair was falling down and her traveling dress was a real mess, but since then he’d learned what a beauty she really was. With so many differences in their personalities, they hadn’t gotten along well, but it didn’t bother Jude.
After last night, he tried to convince himself that she wasn’t and never would be his kind of woman. Educated and well-bred, she drank her tea with her little finger extended while he swigged whiskey with both hands. Sure, she was a rose, but
