*Michael*
Glancing around at the reading parlor of Miss Tempest’s shop, I remember one of Aesop’s fables warns that when a man faces temptation, he is likely to give in to it. That was certainly the case yesterday afternoon. I never should have approached Leah Tempest, and I most certainly should not have stepped forward and wrapped my arms around her.
Even now, if I had a pen in my hand, I would be able to outline exactly where her body nestled against mine.
With her in my embrace, my sister’s remark regarding finding a woman well suited to me bounces around my mind like tumblers at a circus.
Her hunt for a title aside, what if Leah Tempest is well suited to me? Where is the harm in exploring the possibility? I can't deny being intrigued by her and enjoying her company. It's unlikely
