Synopsis

He’d staked his claim on a theory, a delicate proposition about Miss Harlow’s affections. Now, standing in her doorway, he felt the precariousness of it all. The air hummed with unspoken possibilities, thick and sweet like honeysuckle. He was here to retrieve her cat, but his gaze kept drifting back to her. Miss Harlow, however, seemed oblivious to any subtle currents. Her attention was wholly consumed by him, a captivated look in her eyes that made his own pulse quicken. She didn't register