“ Let me help you rinse your hair.His voice had deepened and it made a shock go through her, low in her belly. He rose and crossed to where a pitcher stood on the hearth. She didn't turn, but she could… Elizabeth Hoyt
“ He smiled and pulled the ugly white fichu from her neck.She blinked and looked down at the simple, square neckline of her bodice as if she'd never seen it. Perhaps she hadn't. Perhaps she dressed in t… Elizabeth Hoyt
