O’Grady was the first to recover. His handsome mouth slanted in mocking amusement as he said drily, in his native Irish brogue,

“Well, I do be darned, Saint.”

Bianca blushed to the tips of her pretty roots and looked down at the pancake crumbs, unable to meet the sardonic, dark eyes of the man seated opposite her.

Finn St Just grunted.

And then, with a lightening like change, Liam O’Grady became businesslike and cold as he snapped,

‘Pet, I do not want you to step out of your rooms after 6 pm this evening.”

And looking up, he caught the set mouth of the young woman who was glaring at...