Chapter 17…yes, of course. Francesca is a wonder. But you already knew that, didn’t you?
…from Helen Stirling to her son, the Earl of Kilmartin, two years and nine months after his departure for India.
Michael wasn’t certain when it had become apparent to him that he would have to seduce her. He’d tried to appeal to her mind, to her innate sense of the practical and wise, and it wasn’t working.
And it couldn’t be about emotion, because that, he knew, was one-sided.
So it would have to be passion.
He wanted her. Oh, God, he wanted her. With an intensity he hadn’t even imagined before he’d kissed her the week previous in London. But even as his blood raced with desire and need and, yes, love, his mind was sharp and calculating, and he knew that if he was to bind her to him, he would nee
