Pumpkin thieves, a youthful love rekindled, and a jealous goose. Oh my!
Last night someone tried to steal the widowed Mrs. Emily Metcalfe's pumpkins. She's certain the culprit is her old childhood nemesis and the secret love of her youth, whom she hasn't seen in ten years.
Henry, Baron Grey has never forgotten the girl he loved, but couldn’t pursue, and so decides to catch Emily's would-be thief. Even after she reveals his childhood nickname--the one he would rather forget. And even after her jealous pet goose bites him in an embarrassing place.
Oh, the things a man will do for love.
75 Pages, Sensual
Her refusal increased his fury. The sight of her hand on that damned goose's head didn't improve his mood, either. He balled his fists as his patience thinned and something else thickened. "I'll find you a guard dog. You require protection out here all alone."
"But I have Henry." She patted the goose's head, and the bird snuggled into her hand. Again.
"Henry is a very good watch animal. He also crops the grass and eats weeds." She caught her lower lip in her teeth as, with mischief in her eye, she looked from Henry-the-goose to him. "Although I might consider replacing him." She fluttered her eyelashes and smiled sweetly. "Do you eat weeds?"
Heat again swept over Hank, part desire for Emily's touch, and part desire to murder that damned goose, who was where he wanted to be. His insides groaned. "I might be tempted." He gave himself a mental shake and admitted defeat. "Very well, then, you leave me no choice. I will help you catch the culprits." He raised his hand as she opened her mouth to protest. "No, I insist. I worry about you. Please, agree, for old time's sake."
He changed his voice to the voice that either melted a woman or earned him a slap in the face. "Who knows, mayhap we would enjoy ourselves as I lie in wait with you." I would love to lie with you.
Her eyes widened. Had she understood the innuendo?
"I cannot stay alone with you, and you know it," she said, her voice severe.
"You are a widow in your own home, and no one will see. I will ensure it."
"No." She marched back into her cottage and slammed the door. Henry smirked and waddled away.
Hank grinned. He would be back, whether she liked it or not.