Chapter 72
Paul had been forbidden from the Great Hall and Red Dining Room by the Secret Service, and from the kitchen by Kate—pretty much the whole of the Ground Floor. He wanted to get his hands back on Cecilia’s long form, but had been unable to find the proper place and enough privacy. Last night he’d had the opportunity of undressing her. He’d done so, except for her cowboy boots, and it had been a glorious ride.
Imagining her on horseback, riding over the summer heath was quite evocative. Or in a nothing string bikini on a beach far warmer than any they’d find in Scotland.
But now, he couldn’t even shed the Secret Service escort. So, he let his gaze wander, even if his hands didn’t get to.
This room would offer some interesting possibilities. He’d just discovered the Billiard Roo
