“Tell her ladyship we shall be there any minute.”
The embarrassed footman bowed and thankfully vanished.
James smiled down tenderly at Cordelia, smoothing her tousled hair. “I trust you have a comb in your reticule, dear girl,” he said. “Otherwise we shall both have to go without our dinner.”
Copyright © 1996 by Carola Dunn
Originally published by Zebra (0821752731)
Electronically published in 2007 by Belgrave House/Regency Reads
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