Chapter Thirty-Three
They met no one on their way to the State rooms. Oliver opened the door and Primrose slipped inside. She knew why Oliver had suggested coming here: he wanted to kiss her again.
She didn’t object to kissing him, in fact, she rather wanted to, but what she most wanted to do was talk. Not about Lord Algernon or Ninian Dasenby, not about Rhodes or his children. She wanted to talk about herself and Oliver. Specifically, she wanted to know what this—kisses stolen in the State apartments—meant to him.
The second rule is to look things in the face and know them for what they are. Well, she had looked this in the face last night, when she’d thought Oliver was dying, and she knew it for what it was.
She was in love with him.
How had that happened? How had the person who had
