Rhys said he loved her.
Catherine did not know what to make of that. The very words had made her heart flutter like a caged bird and her hands were shaking when she had retreated to her room. She wanted to believe him, but she had trusted him before—and he had tricked her.
She chose the gold dress and the crimson shawl from Rhys, and Foster set her hair in her usual style. Catherine needed her wits about her this night and if Rhys attempted to influence her thinking in his favor, he would succeed.
Could he love her? How she wished it might be true!
Why had the Duke of Haynesdale ridden through a storm to reach Rockmorton? Catherine feared she would not like whatever he had to say.
The gentleman in question met her at the bottom of the stairs. Though Catherine had known the Duke of Hay
