Blasted sensitive nose. She would much rather have met the viscount before
Oliver got wind of his arrival. Made preparations, warned the man what to expect. Hazel feigned a look of innocence. "Yes, there is," she cooed, reaching for him and sliding her hand up to his muscled chest. "And he is incredibly handsome. How fortunate for me that I'm married ta him."
Oliver's gaze darkened. "I know my scent, Hazel, and that is not it. What are
you up to?"
"Did ye become more suspicious when ye became a Quess, Oliver?" She stood
on tiptoe to press a kiss to his jaw, hoping to beguile him before
he caught on to her plan.
"Yes, with good reason." He wrapped his arms around her waist. "I have not forgotten your potent sleeping draught, lass. I'm never quite certain what
you're capable
