Falling for the Highland Rogue. Ann Lethbridge

forward to spending more time in his company. He made her feel like a lady.

      The moment Logan saw her, he wanted to graze his fingertips across the delicious flesh rising above her gown and then taste it with his tongue. First however, he wanted to cover her from anyone else’s view.

      He took her hand and forced himself to keep his gaze on her face, but even then her sultry smile of greeting sent hot blood pounding in his groin. He raised a brow. ‘Where is O’Banyon?’

      ‘He has business elsewhere,’ she said in a low husky voice. ‘Would you prefer we did not go?’