Rachel doubted she would ever kiss a man the way she had Evan, much less feel all the things she felt for him.
It was her fault. She blamed herself. She’d gone and fallen in love with the one man who would never consider wedding her.
He released her and retrieved her dressing gown. Ever the gentleman, Evan helped her slip into it and belted it snuggly.
“Our midnight lessons have come to an end,” he said, a tinge of sadness in his voice. “I’ve enjoyed getting to know you, Rachel St. Clair.”
Rachel encased her heart in stone, knowing it folly to vocalize her true feelings. “You’ve been a most excellent tutor, my lord. I’m sure what you’ve taught me will help me decide upon who my future husband should be. Thank you for taking the time to teach me so well.”
With that, she turned and reached out a hand until she found the wall. Using it to guide her way to the door, Rachel held her head high as she exited. She wouldn’t give in to tears in front of him. She wouldn’t embarrass herself. Or him. Silently, she made her way back to her room and climbed into the bed.
And quietly wept for what would never be.