Sublime

“You might consider a less dangerous hobby,” Lady Westcliff suggested. “Bird-watching. Butterfly-collecting. Something a bit more dignified than setting off explosions.” Amelia expected the earl to frown at this irreverence, but he only looked amused. And as his wife’s attention moved to the rest of the Hathaways, he stared at her with covert

She was beautiful. Complex. Frustrating. He’d never met a woman who was so wholly and resolutely herself. What the devil was he going to do about her?