Chapter 2
Stephen propped a hip against the stone balustrade on the garden terrace and stared at the glowing tip of his cigar as he waited for Faith.
If anyone happened to see him here, nothing more would be presumed than that he’d stepped out to enjoy a cheroot in peace. They wouldn’t have known that his hands were trembling or that his gut had twisted into knots. And good Lord, how hard his heart pounded! From the nervousness inside him, he would have thought he was waiting for his first assignation with a woman, that he’d never met dozens of woman privately on dark terraces before.
But then, he’d never met privately on a dark terrace with Faith. And tonight might very well change everything between them.
“Stephen?”
He turned at the sound of her voice, a faint smile at his lips. Whe
