There was something about Bronwyn of Ballyroyal that made a man lose his course toward his goals, that much was certain.
Typically—at least in this woman’s maddening presence—Rowan had thought only of saving her from the fate she did not desire and had not considered matters beyond that. She did not want to wed Matthew, so Rowan intervened.
’Twas simple enough.
The delight of holding Bronwyn close again surprised him with its intensity, as did the feel of her curves pressed against him and the taste of her kiss. Rowan realized he had never yearned for any other woman as he had for her, especially not after several bouts of lovemaking. But every time he touched Bronwyn, it seemed he only wanted all the more.
This was more than desire at root. Aye, he loved the sound of Bronwyn’s laughte
