The Widow and the Rake. Lyn Stone

to be true. After the last three candidates she had suffered, perhaps anyone normal would seem so.

      “Would you care to stay for supper?” she inquired sweetly. She had to know more and wondered if there would ever be time enough to discover all she wanted to learn.

      He nodded. “Thank you, yes, I would.”

      They finished their sherry and went to the dining room to enjoy a companionable meal. He waxed rather poetic about the foreign lands he had visited and proved to be a wonderful conversationalist. Again, the man was almost too well-suited to be believed, but Miranda had to admit that she was already entranced.

      She must take care not to let him know it if she was to keep the upper hand. Though he did seem an easygoing sort at first glance, she detected an underlying strength, an aura of subtle command and control.