Rhys’ bedchamber had a fine bed and a fire that heated the room to perfection. Had he been lacking a thunderous headache, he might have enjoyed its comforts, but on this day, he wanted only to close his eyes against the light and slumber until noon.
Sadly, he was not to be so fortunate.
He had received a note with his tea that his host expected him to hunt at nine, so he rose with reluctance as Forbes filled a tub with hot water. It was set before the hearth and he sank into the welcome warmth.
What was he to do about Catherine?
Just then, there was a brisk rap upon the door to the adjoining chamber. Forbes did not manage to completely hide his surprise, but no one waited for the valet to answer the summons. Catherine herself swept immediately into the room, as if she did so as a matte
