Traveling to Paris with Steven, joining his life and work there, had been a rebirth of sorts. If she had stayed in England, she’d probably be as sheltered and single-minded as her cousin Marianne.
She didn’t object to having the singled-minded part in common, but Marianne had wanted to find a husband, and Charlotte wanted to find something considerably smaller. At least on this assignment.
She peered through the telescope again. No sign of new activity in Melisande’s bedchamber, though the footman and maid were still engaged. He must be a strong fellow indeed, holding her up against the wall like that for so long, with her legs wrapped around his waist.
She blinked and cleared her throat. “Tell me more about the viewing platform you built, what it’s like living in the mountains.”
“You
