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She didn’t immediately perceive him standing amidst a group of gentlemen in the far corner of the room.

It was only when he turned his head and she received the full impact of an unwavering gaze from all-too-perceptive gray eyes that she realized that the gentleman immaculately attired in a long-tailed black coat, which emphasized the breadth of superb masculine shoulders, and tight-fitting trousers, which did little to hide the muscular shapeliness of long legs, was none other than the being who continued to plague her dreams all too frequently even after all these years.

“Oh, dear God! He’s coming over,” she muttered. “Why couldn’t the wretched creature have allowed me at least a few minutes in order to compose myself?”

“Hello, Em,” he responded in a deep, throaty tone that was no less appealing than the smile he bestowed upon her….

Lord Hawkridge’s Secret

Harlequin^® Historical