скачать книгу бесплатно
‘Captain Warriner?’
She issued one of those weird whispered shouts which had no volume and appeared completely flabbergasted.
‘I apologise for the bizarre way in which I have sought you out, Miss Reeves, but I wanted to talk to you and could think of no other way to do it without raising the ire of your father.’ The words were out before he realised how stupid they were. If her father disapproved of her speaking to him in public, properly chaperoned and in broad daylight, his response to seeing his only daughter clandestinely speaking with him in her nightclothes at midnight was hardly going to go down well. The sanctimonious old fool would probably have an apoplexy. He could tell by her expression she thought much the same.
‘I was just thinking about you.’ A sentence to warm his cockles, dashed by her next. ‘And how you manhandled my father out of your drawing room.’
Вы ознакомились с фрагментом книги.
Для бесплатного чтения открыта только часть текста.
Приобретайте полный текст книги у нашего партнера: