Page 55 of Every Rose

It was a wound that had never completely healed. Peter was everything she’d ever dreamed of.

When she’d walked into the family estate she’d felt as though she were walking intoDownton Abbey. For a few moments she’d been that little girl, that Cinderella who finally gets plucked out from behind the stove and transported magically into a fairy world of Prince Charmings and ball gowns. She’d taken to the life immediately. Would she have married Peter if he’d asked her? Would she have given up the life she’d built here in Portland to move to England and become Lady Buckingham?

Since he hadn’t asked her, she’d never know. “And you? Your turn.”

“For someone who’s into casual, you ask a lot of nosy questions.”

“I’m sorry. Have you noticed that I’m a woman?”

“Oh, yeah. I noticed.”

She smacked him.

“There’s not much to tell. First time I saw her I think I was a goner.”

From the tone in his voice it didn’t sound like his love was reciprocated. “And she?”

He shook his head. “Not so much. My mother thinks I’m a great catch if I stick to a nice Greek girl she knows from church. My father thinks I can’t be too picky.”

She chuckled. “I hope you get the woman you want.”

“Me too. But in the meantime . . .” he leaned over and tucked her hair out of the way, then kissed her, moving his body against hers so it was pretty clear the conversation was over and he had other things on his mind than talking.

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