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She went to pull free of Laurence’s grip but he held her firmly in place, his eyes burning into hers as he stared down at her.
ОглавлениеJoanna met his gaze boldly, still viewing herself as Rosalind to his Duke Frederick. The tension between them was causing her breath to quicken and her chest to rise and fall in the drama of the moment.
And then, abruptly, everything changed. It wasn’t Duke Frederick’s face she saw a heartbeat away from hers but Laurence’s—one that had become dearer to her than any other. She could feel the warmth of his breath on her face, smell the fresh citrus scent of his soap as he drew closer. In that moment they were totally alone in that deserted theatre. No one else was there … only the two of them.
‘Joanna,’ he whispered.
His head bent towards hers, his lips drawing closer, and she closed her eyes and reality slipped away …
