Dangerous Vows:Good Morning, My Lady

etal of the watch pressing into her palm

e hallway shatt

ing the master bedroom. Growing loude

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feet, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand. Her fingers f

for a place to hide it. Her eyes landed on a s

ands were still shaking. The pile was no longer perfectly neat-there was a visible bulge a

om door s

s from its hanger and pretended to be adjusting it, her back partially to him. She fought to control

e chill of the late night with him, and th

y it one more time. You are not to set

voice a little too quiet, her

e walked up behind her, so close she cou

urmur near her ear. It wasn't a request. It was

her eyes downcast, focusing

lt him tense beneath her touch, saw his Adam's apple move as he swallowed. Her own pulse wa

eye, which was still red and swollen from cryin

f as she worked at the Windsor k

ers, stilling her movements.

he asked, his voi

No," she lied, her voice barely a w

in the way his jaw tightened, in the way his eyes darkened. But for some reason, he didn't press the is

ally pull the

the rack, his gaze shifted

e, swept across the closet. They moved from the dress she had been prete

erfectly, obsessively neat, was now slightly disheveled at the bottom. A crease

looked like a wolf that had j

tep towards

he stepped into his path, blocking him. It was a small, futile gesture-she

is fingers were inches from the cashmere, from the hid

ut through the silence. It was his private phone,

ngertips nearly brushed the wool. He scowled, his jaw clenching. For a moment,

d the phone f

last, deeply suspicious look at Eleonore-a look that said this wasn't ove

just surfaced from underwater. A cold sweat drenched the back of her neck, and her entire body was trembling. She p

aved by a phon

He would be back. And next time, ther