Lucia had to turn her eyes away otherwise she would have continued to stare at him.
All week she found it very difficult not to allow her gaze to linger too long on his face and form.
The weather had turned warm and he had shed his jacket. His waistcoat fitted him so tightly, that she could not help but admire his shape.
All too soon, Friday came and Lucia found herself quite sad to be leaving. She was also thoroughly perplexed at the change in his attitude towards her.
There had been no careless words, no long gazes and he had kept a respectful distance.
As the footman loaded his motor car with her bags, Lord Winterton took her to one side.
“There is one matter I wish to discuss with you. think I owe you an apology for my conduct of last weekend. It was wrong of me to act so offensi
