A bottle of brandy and a gracefully curved snifter sat on the small table beside his chair. He had fallen asleep sitting up in his bedroom, dressing gown wrapped around him. It took a moment for him to realize where he was. “Christ!” He shivered, feeling cold to the bone, and lanced around. “Don’t! Let me help you!”ĭevin’s eyes flew open, blank at first, then slowly gaining understanding. “Don’t!” he yelled, grabbing futilely for her. She was sinking into the black water, her eyes closing. He stretched, straining every fiber of his being but she remained frustratingly beyond his reach. He reached out for her, but her hand was inches from his, and he could not move forward. “Dev! Help me! Save me!” Her shrill words echoed through the darkness. Dark seaweed wrapped around her chest, seemingly pulling her down into the roiling water.
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She was pale, her skin white with an undertone of gray, and water coated her skin and clothes. She reached up toward him, arms outstretched, eyes wide and pleading, mouth contorted in a death grimace. Could the man she had rescued be the man she had been supposed to meet tonight? Was it possible that this handsome, rather charming man who was good with his fists was the Earl of Ravenscar? And what would have happened if he had not been late to the party tonight? One thing she was certain of: if this man had been there, she would not have left early! “Perhaps you are right.”Īs they rode in the carriage, Miranda considered the situation. “Perhaps you ought to let us take you home,” Miranda suggested.
Crazily, the thought that had come into her mind was that this was the man she wanted to marry. Never before had she felt that sizzle of excitement, that elemental pull of lust-or the strange, deep connection, as if somehow she knew him. She had not seen his face clearly before, and now Miranda stared at him, stunned by the jolt of feeling that ran through her. “My deepest gratitude, madam, for coming to my rescue.
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