Chapter 19Frederick was still asleep on her sofa when she left the next morning. He was there again—long legs stretched out before him, feet crossed at the ankles—when she hurried home. She’d spent the day fulfilling the professor’s every demand and deflecting Peter’s every question. All the while trying to dampen the desire that came over her at Frederick’s touch.
And to not look up at Cockerell Manor.
Frederick rose and came to her as she closed the door, greeting her with a kiss on the corner of her mouth. An echo of the kiss he’d given her last night, with the same hint of strength.
“I discovered something,” he said slowly, as if reluctant to break their kiss but forced to speak. “Your bracelet broke, that night in Saltash. I saved the rose charm.”
She clapped a hand over her arm,
