The late afternoon light had turned amber by the time Lady Amara descended to the sunroom, where a small tea table had been set near the win...

The late afternoon light had turned amber by the time Lady Amara descended to the sunroom, where a small tea table had been set near the window overlooking the garden. The scent of rain lingered in the air, though no storm had come — only the hush that follows long-separated hearts finding their rhythm ...