Chapter Four
Roxana was working at her carving of the man’s torso when she heard the sound of a horse coming into the courtyard.
She did not turn her head because she was certain who her visitor was and a few minutes later the Count came to stand beside her.
It was very hot and she was wearing the thinnest of her gowns. Her skin glowed through the fine material and there was a flush on her face.
She did not raise her eyes, but after a moment as the Count did not speak, she queried,
“You are early this morning.”
“I came to ask your help.”
“My – help?”
Roxana was so surprised that she stopped work to stand staring at him.
He was wearing only a shirt with his riding breeches and the thought came to her that his body resembled that of the figure she was carving.
Because it seemed so
