“As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. “Good God! It’s massive!” Jack paused with his foot on the last step. “I do wish you’d keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there.” StoriesHomeLastsNightWishQualityStepsFiveDoorsFeetBedAppreciateWindowRoseObviousHeavyClimbsMassiveCommentStairsWish YouMansionsGood GodCraftsmanshipNew HomeMoldingWindows And Doors Author:Karen Hawkins
“I need a bath." He chuckled. "You smell of smoke, as do I." The duke turned, leaning heavily on his cane. "Jameson, open the carriage door. We shall return to the house." Beth smiled up at Christian. "Shall we adjourn to the house to get some ointment for your hands and a bath, my love?" His eyes lit. "A bath?" Grandfather snorted. "Someone send to London for a special license! Now.” LoveNeedsHandsEyeAgeChristianHouseDoorsSpecialReturnSmellLondonSmokeHis EyesGrandfatherLitLicenseBathsDukesCarriagesBeth Author:Karen Hawkins
