Chapter 29
Madeline buried her bare feet in the lush carpet. She loved the softness and texture of the carpet on the soles of her feet. She smiled at the sunshine and went over to the window. In front of her was the endless lawn of the magnificent Mon Ciel. She felt like a princess in a castle. Except she wasn’t waiting for a prince to climb up the tower to rescue her. Her prince was going to knock on her door any minute.
There was a knock on the door.
Ciaran stood leaning against the door frame, smiling. The LeBlancs trademark their eyes and smiles, Madeline thought. She had seen the same qualities in Tadgh. Striking eyes and warm smiles.
“I’m afraid I can’t arrange room service,” he told her. “If you want breakfast, you’ll have to come downstairs with me,” he said.
“All right. Let m
