Twenty One
ADRIANA STOOD UP, her suddenly limp fingers letting her embroidery fall to the floor. “Morgan!”
“Adriana! Please tell this man…”
“Miss Hayden, this man is insisting on seeing you, but he bears no card, nor…” Jackson, Lord Devaux’s butler, and Morgan said at the same time as they both entered the room. Jackson stepped in front of Morgan, deliberately barring his way. They both stopped speaking in mid–sentence as Adriana held up her hand.
“It is all right, Jackson. I know the gentleman,” Adriana said with as much authority as she could command considering her sudden trembling. Whether it was from fear, anger, excitement or simply the fact that Morgan’s dominating presence was in her drawing room, she didn’t know. She just knew she had to clasp her hands together to keep it fro
