Chapter SixRoland Cameron kissed Lenore’s hand.
“Ah, if I were three decades younger, or even two, I’d push that young man of yours aside right quick.” She kept her warm hand in his. Her long, fine fingers squeezing with a pressure they both knew promised nothing about what would ever be.
“And you might well have been welcome, Ambassador.” He ran his large thumb across the soft skin of the back of her fine hand.
“Ambassador? Ha! That’s your father speaking. I’ve been asking since the first day you came forth from your mother’s womb to call me Uncle.”
“Yes, Uncle.” Her bright laugh filled the air with a merry ring before the grand entryway to Lennoxlove House. The broad gardens, showing the last of the daffodils and the first of the tulips. The gray-green balls of the lavender still con
