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Chapters (39)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Prologue
  4. Chapter 1
  5. Chapter 2
  6. Chapter 3
  7. Chapter 4
  8. Chapter 5
  9. Chapter 6
  10. Chapter 7
  11. Chapter 8
  12. Chapter 9
  13. Chapter 10
  14. Chapter 11
  15. Chapter 12
  16. Chapter 13
  17. Chapter 14
  18. Chapter 15
  19. Chapter 16
  20. Chapter 17
  21. Chapter 18
  22. Chapter 19
  23. Chapter 20
  24. Chapter 21
  25. Chapter 22
  26. Chapter 23
  27. Chapter 24
  28. Chapter 25
  29. Chapter 26
  30. Chapter 27
  31. Epilogue
  32. Author’s Notes
  33. Acknowledgments
  34. An Excerpt from BEAUTY TEMPTS THE BEAST
  35. Chapter 1
  36. Chapter 2
  37. About the Author
  38. By Lorraine Heath
  39. About the Publisher

“Miss Trewlove.” Her yellow frock reminded him of the sun cascading over a field of clover. With so little effort, she seemed able to brighten the dullest day.

Moving up to the counter, she set a piece of paper on top of it. “These are the sweets I’d like to have on hand for Friday’s reading time.”

Mrs. Flowers—he now knew the woman’s name thanks to Miss Trewlove and regretted that he’d been remiss in introducing himself. It was such a small thing to call someone by name, but he’d seen an immediate change in the clerk as though she’d been greeted by royalty—took the paper and read it over. “Ooh, strawberry bonbons. They’ll delight the little tykes.”

“I thought they might.”

“They’ll make a mess with them, though.”

“I’ll have damp linens on hand for cleaning sticky fingers.”

“But if they get your books dirty—”

“I’d rather they look at them with dirty fingers than not look at them at all.”

He couldn’t imagine his own mother having that attitude. As a lad, he’d been bathed and placed in fresh clothes anytime he came in from outside or just before he was presented to her in the afternoon, so she could ask him how he’d occupied his time. He suspected Miss Trewlove would give her children more than half an hour a day, that she wouldn’t have to ask how they’d spent their day because she would be involved in their play, their studies, their lives. She would embrace them, never causing them to doubt they were loved.

“Then I’ll have this order filled and delivered to you before noon on Friday. Is there anything else I can get for you?”

“Think I’ll just have a look.” She eased over until she was standing near enough that he could smell the fragrance of oranges. “Have you a sweet tooth, Mr. Sommersby?”

“On occasion. I’m not really certain what I’m in the mood for, however.”

“I favor toffee myself.”

“Hmm. I haven’t had that since I was lad. I’ll take a dozen toffees, Mrs. Flowers.”

“Very good, sir.”

“I’ll have the same,” Miss Trewlove said.

“Put them on my tab, Mrs. Flowers.”

“Please don’t. You’re going to start rumors flying about.”