It Started With A Look. Miranda Lee

blinked droplets of rain from her lashes as she looked up at Kit in question, seeing his expression was grave but calm.

      ‘I won’t speak of this matter again,’ he said, ‘but if it will make you feel easier I will have a word with Sir Henry later.’

      It was his tone that caught all Serena’s attention and made her look long at the swarthy, rather saturnine face. As she searched those dark eyes which studied her closely, she realised that Lord Brodie had not spoken to her casually. He was deadly serious about what he had confided to her.

      ‘Yes, thank you. I would appreciate that. But please don’t involve yourself further on my father’s behalf. It could prove dangerous to you. But what can I do?’

      ‘There is nothing you can do except wait for events to unfold.’

      ‘What? Wait for my father to be arrested?’

      ‘Let us pray it doesn’t come to that.’