“IF YOU DON’T MIND MY saying,” Wilson told Garnett, slipping into the room after the young nanny had fled, “you were rather harsh with Miss Rose.”
Young. Garnett nearly laughed at himself. As if he was that much older. Well, in some ways he was, but not in any way that showed.
Beating his fists against his legs again he tried to purge himself of those thoughts. She was slim, but strong; beautiful, but not vain; caring and kind. He’d found himself attracted to her in the first hour after meeting her. He found himself desiring her every time she came near. Own her. Use her...
But that was not the point. Nor was it the reason that he’d hired her. He was such a fool!
Wilson mistook the target of his anger. “I only meant that she was trying to help,” he said, standing taller and straighter
