When he reached the bed he realised she was fast asleep.
She was curled down on the pillow and her hair was falling over her shoulders and one hand with slim fingers was lying limply on top of the sheet.
He stood looking down at her thinking how lovely and ethereal she was and how different from any other women he had ever known.
She had been so brave and so obedient and helpful in the part they had been forced to play while they were at Grangemoore Hall.
He could not imagine any woman he had ever met being prepared to play the part of the butler’s sister. They would have protested that it was an inferior role and yet Adela had done exactly everything he had asked.
She had in fact never put a foot wrong from the moment they had first met.
‘She is unique,’ Michael told himself, ‘and v
