Chapter 22
Mallory Court
9:51 p.m.
Tavish nibbled on the petits fours without really enjoying them. His mind had been in overdrive since the moment she appeared on her porch, wearing a royal-blue hooded velvet cloak, her forearms and hands protruding from fashionable front openings, her long braid peeking out from under the hood. He was reminded even more of her fay likeness.
Their kiss inside the car left him reeling, and only her firm grasp on his wrists kept his hands from opening her cloak to cup her breasts.
When, inside the hotel, she took off the cape with a swirl, he was glad she had restrained him. He had to keep his mouth from dropping. An embroidered navy gauze-and-silk blouse matched with dark emerald-green bell-bottomed trousers, finished with a long lilac-blue and leaf-g
