“She would no doubt have better luck attempting to haul about a load of bricks. Thankfully, the scoundrel made no effort to battle her persistent tugs on his arm, and with a mocking dip of his head toward her father, allowed himself to be pulled into the wide corridor. Her flare of relief, however, was fleeting. Pulling closed the door to the parlor, Mercy turned to confront Ian, only to find he had reversed her hold and she was now the one being towed down the corridor with a relentless force. ...“Ian.” She stumbled as he led her down the long flight of stairs and toward the side door that opened into the gardens. “Where are we going?” He refused to answer her question, steering her with a grim purpose out of the house and onto the dark balcony. Then, as she parted her lips to share her thoughts on being yanked about like a hound on a leash, he pressed her into a shadowed alcove and claimed her mouth in a kiss of stark possession. “Dammit, I can bear no more, Mercy,” he muttered against her lips, his hands gripping her hips with rough urgency.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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