And so a large hand lingered on her cheek, caressing gently.
Tara Summer found comfort in it and then closed her eyes, her face pressed tightly against the man's palm. Her expression was one of enjoyment, like a lazy cat basking in the sun.
"You may leave." Liam Yancey waved his hand to dismiss the maids. His tall figure leaned against the head of the bed, one hand wrapped around her waist and the other caressing her face.
The man maintained this pose until the evening veered in, his body almost completely stiff from the stillness, but he remained undeterred, his gaze never leaving her for an instant...
Once the maids left the room, they joyously informed the housekeeper that Young Madam had eaten half a bowl of porridge and was a bit more lucid.
