Page 28 of The Baron's Reluctant Bride
"It can, if you like."
She blinked. "Pardon?"
"If you find comfort here, make it yours."
Gemma studied him, unsure what to make of the offer. "I was just reading Milton. My father used to recite it."
Jameson stepped closer. "You were close to him."
"Very. He was the only one who believed I was more than ornamental."
"You are,” he said simply.
It was a simple statement, but it unsettled her.
"You surprise me, Lord Brokeshire."
"Good. I’d hate to be predictable." They shared a brief smile. For a moment, something shifted. “And it’s Jameson.”
“Right. Jameson. You surprise me.”
His name had never sounded as appealing as it did coming from her lips. But then, as if the warmth had startled him, Jameson straightened. He could not let his guard down. "I should return to my work."
"Of course."
He hesitated, then left. Her husband was an odd man she realized.
