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to wonder what it would be like if he kissed her breast as he had that other woman’s. She would never again feel his breath on her cheek while he went on exploring her mouth, and never again feel his hands that had cupped her face and were gently holding it like something very precious  . . . 
    Danielle moaned.
    Heavens, why couldn’t she find it reassuring that she would never see him again? Why did the mere thought make her even more restless? She cursed the man who, in a single moment, had torn down the walls she had spent so much time and effort building and maintaining for the past ten years.

    The next morning brought a bit of a surprise, for it had snowed more than a foot overnight. Devlin quickly realized that he needed to forget about his timely return to London. But when he made his way to Langston’s house after taking a prolonged breakfast, he suddenly didn’t mind the thought of having to stick around for an extra few days.
    Again the door was promptly opened following his knock, and as the day before, he was politely asked to enter.
    “Lord Weston, how nice to see you again,” Joseph greeted him. “I shall go and announce your visit.”
    But before the butler could put his words into action, the door to the study opened, and Danielle’s voice drifted out into the foyer. She was wearing her black mourning dress and was barely visible against the dark doorframe.
    “Thank you, Joseph, but that won’t be necessary. I have been watching Lord Weston shuffle through knee-deep snow for a good few minutes, obviously intent on troubling us again even though I was quite clear that he is wasting his time. I therefore assume that there is a good reason for his second unannounced visit.”
    As she was saying this, she stared sullenly at the puddle of melting snow that was forming around Devlin’s feet. Finally, she gave a discontented snort.
    “Sally will prepare a pot of hot tea, and we might even have a few scones left. We wouldn’t want Lord Weston to catch a cold, now would we.” With that, she turned directly to Devlin for the first time.
    “If you don’t mind, I would like to receive you in my study, for I’ve been working on something important which I would rather not interrupt.”
    Devlin, who found himself at a loss for words, looked after her and her slender back as she disappeared back through the doorway. Shrugging his shoulders, he followed her. Interesting , he thought. This woman is actually interesting .
    This thought only gained traction once he entered the study, which was a complete mess. Countless stacks of paper covered every available inch on the rug. The smell of old books and many a cigar that had been smoked in this very room created a fitting atmosphere for this woman who stood amidst the dust twirling and sparkling in the early morning sun. She looked ready to tear her hair out.
    Contrasted with the day before, her hair was falling down loosely, framing her face, and pouring down over her back in a long, caramel-colored waterfall.
    Her black dress accentuated her flawless skin and only enhanced the effect of her big, doe-like eyes.
    She took Devlin’s breath away. Like Venus rising from the sea, she appeared to have ascended from ancient manuscripts, every bit as beautiful and mysterious as the goddess of love he himself was chasing.
    And then it hit him. It had bewitched him once before, this golden hair. Many years ago, he had set it free from an overly rigid hair creation and, faint as his memories of that time had become, he clearly remembered touching her silken hair with his fingers. Could it really be she? Lady Langston was so different from the nervous, inexperienced child he had kissed. Kissed? Had they kissed, or was his memory playing tricks on him? With her lips tightly pressed together, her mouth did not exactly look inviting, and still Devlin felt drawn to her as if pulled in by an invisible force. Giving in to that force, he stepped closer, and a hot flash of