The Whispering Rocks
Sandra Heath

Excerpt

Leaning back against the willow tree, sipping wine, Sarah thought, I could remain here forever. Then she realized something with a jolt.

Paul felt her eyes on him and looked up, seeing the change in her. “What is it?”

“I—I was wondering why I’ve heard nothing from my father. I fear he no longer wants me.”

Paul sat up. “That’s nonsense, Sarah. Of course he wants you. Anyway”—he smiled—“there’s always a place for you at Mannerby.”

She returned the smile. “That would lack propriety, Paul.”

He leaned back again. “I’ve already thought of that—and my Aunt Mathilda in London will make an excellent chaperone for you.”

Later, he paused as he put the glasses back into the hamper, watching her as she gathered her irises. Perhaps it was just as well that Aunt Mathilda was coming, he thought, for Sarah was tantalizingly lovely and he found himself enjoying her company far too much…