Good God! Where had her mind gone? Had she gone as berserk as the Vikings who'd raided the abbey a thousand years earlier? Surely her thoughts were going to get her into trouble, cause her embarrassment at the least—especially if Mr. Gowrey knew what she was thinking. Besides, for all she knew this was a one-sided attraction.
He stepped back from her once he was satisfied she wasn't going to fall. Except she wanted to fall into his arms, but couldn't ever tell him that. Charlotte shivered, her body missing his blocking the wind that came up the hill to buffet them.
"Would you like my coat?" His voice caught her attention and she glanced at him, focusing on his strong chin rather than the midnight blue pools of his eyes calling to her.
She turned away quickly to take the reins of her mar
