Honor Of A Hunter
This was his favorite time of the day, that pause between the bustle of the workday and the final desertion into sleep. Night, with its thousands of lights, sparkled like it did on all the travel postcards he'd collected over the years.
A comfortable quiet suffused the apartment, and he roamed every room, taking in the details of her—the old-fashioned ticking of a grandfather clock in the entrance, the bouquet of irises on the living room coffee table, her penchant for pillows and throws and soft-tothe-touch fabrics. He trailed a finger here, a hand there, caressing the things that were hers, appreciating her sense of tradition and home.
In her bedroom, he bent to scoop up a discarded blouse. Details were her business. Would she miss the blouse if he took it? He brought the silky dove-gray material she'd worn yesterday to his face and breathed in her scent. Roses and fresh linen. And ambition. He would have to tame that trait once they were married.
He folded the blouse and placed it on the chair of her vanity table. He'd have to teach her about proper housekeeping, too.
He glanced at the clock at her bedside. Past ten. She would be home any minute now. But that ... read full excerpt from Honor of a Hunter ebook
