An Honorable Gentleman. Regina Scott

One corner of his mouth curved upward. Ah, perhaps he liked to hunt. She could use that to her advantage.

       She turned him east, and the whole of the Evendale Valley spread out, the village a set of small white squares against the green. “You see those cottages, those shops? Those are your people, your neighbors. They rely on you to provide opportunities for income and advancement. You can rely on them for friendship and service in good times and comfort in bad.”

       His half smile disappeared.

       What was wrong with him? Why couldn’t he see what Blackcliff had to offer?

       She released his arm and put both hands on her hips. “Come now, Sir Trevor Fitzwilliam of Blackcliff. How can you call this nothing?”