Chapter Eighteen
James came down to the breakfast table several minutes after Kate. He moved with a relaxed grace that made her realize how tense he’d been lately. Riding clothes of elegant cut and somber color concealed his body, but she could remember how it had looked in the candlelight, strong and bold in its lines, beautiful.
Kate blushed and lowered her eyes to her plate. Last night had been marvelous beyond anything Charlotte had described. Having James touch her like that, having him inside her—
Her throat tightened and she nearly choked on her buttered roll. Hurriedly she swallowed a mouthful of tea. The amber liquid with its hint of lemon cleared her throat and she was able to breathe again. Calmly she replaced her cup, listening as James greeted Harry and Lizzie and Cousin Au
