Craving the Forbidden. India Grey

sleep.’

      Kit watched Jasper put his arm round her and lead her to the door, remembering the two hours of catatonic sleep she’d had on the train. Picking up his wine glass, he drained it thoughtfully.

      It certainly wasn’t tiredness that had drained her face of colour like that, which meant it must have been the idea of producing heirs.

      It looked as if she was beginning to get an idea of what she’d got herself into. And she was even flakier than he’d first thought.