As he explained his designs to her, he could hear her breathing and sense the rise and fall of her chest, which inordinately stirred him.
Coughing he moved away lest she sense his growing passion for her.
‘I must not frighten her,’ he told himself. ‘She is nervous of men, that much is apparent and if I wish to set my cap at her, I should move cautiously.’
At Cork’s insistence, he rolled up the paper and allowed him to serve dinner.
“They are, of course, far from complete,” he admitted as he tucked the plans away under the table. “But it will have given you an idea of what I wish to achieve.”
“It will be a wonderful building,” she enthused, looking him straight in the eye. “I should not wonder if you will become famous because of it.”
“That is what my grandfather would have wished,” h
