And it was that trait which Hugo had exploited, allowing him to position her directly in his path.
Charles had learned her story and taken her in. He hadn’t even batted an eye at the news that she had a little sister, providing for her as well. For a wicked rogue, he was quite an expert when it came to children, having carried the baby himself more than once and gotten her to sleep when she’d been fussy. And damned if that didn’t make her body burn with forbidden hunger for him.
“Tom, quit woolgathering,” Charles called from the bath. “I need you.”
“C-coming.” She cleared her throat and entered his dressing room. He was thankfully already undressed and in the large tub. She’d been so lost in thought she’d saved herself the embarrassment of seeing him remove his trousers. Whenever she wa
