Emily had a difficult time trying to compartmentalize her anger when she looked back on her conversation with Lord Brighton. The nerve of the man was something else, and she couldn't believe the audacity and entitlement which came from him.
When she thought back at how blatantly he'd asked her whether she had been to America, when in fact he knew the answer quite clearly, she felt like whacking him across the head.
But then she thought back to that moment they'd shared before he left, and suddenly it all didn't seem so bad after all.
What the bloody hell was he doing to her?
She thought back to how she had felt in that moment, with his hands so delicately wrapped around hers, and something inside her stirred. It was a feeling she had forgotten entirely, and one which she hadn't expe
