Page 54 of Lord Ramsey's Red-Headed Ruin
“Never,” he said as he plunged his hand into the wealth of her hair. “Never has anyone enchanted me as you do. There was no one before you. There will be none other ever after.” He knew he danced on the edge of his admission that he loved her. But God in heaven, she had to know the truth by now anyway. He adored her.
She sank one hand between them and cupped him.
Sweet woman, he’d have her on the desk. He moved them toward it.
But then Gaspard knocked at the door.
She dropped her head to his chest and moaned her displeasure at the interruption. Still, she stepped backward and turned away from the door.
“Monsieur.” The man sounded apologetic, as if he realized he had interrupted them in a tender moment. “I regret to report that your meeting with the person you wished will have to be an hour later.”
“That’s fine, Gaspard.” Ram turned to Amber. “Would you like to have your breakfast, darling?”
“Please. But I am in no rush.”
“There you have it, Gaspard. Thank you. I appreciate your promptness in that scheduling matter.”
“Pas de probleme, monsieur. I shall pass on your agreement.”
She strolled away from Ram and finally took a chair facing him.
“What bothers you this morning?” he asked her.
“My contact.”
He sat back down in his chair and tipped his head, not understanding.
She licked her lips. “The person to whom I used to report all my information.”
Ram grew wary. “What about him?”
She met his eyes. “I used to meet him at the abbey.”
“Is that so?” He would be careful. A sixth sense told him where she wished to take this conversation. “Is he a priest?”
“I don’t know.”
Ram put two hands to the desk and calmly folded them. “What is he? Who is he?”
“I don’t know.”
He stared at her. “What is it you are telling me?”
“I would usually meet him at the abbey on a Monday.”
Hmmm. Today is a Monday.“And?”
She swallowed and leaned forward. “I want to go today to see if he will be there, looking for me, expecting me.”
“Why would he?”
“Because he valued my work.”
“I see. And after no word from you since March, he would still arrive to hope you might appear?”
She sat back. “I know it sounds illogical.”
He leaned forward. “My darling, it is worse. You said it was not the rule.”
