![]() ![]() She would have retrieved her sketchbook by now, but until recently, the duke’s normally vacant cottage had been housing a recovering soldier. She reached for a boot and yanked on the laces. Dark tousled hair and deep brown eyes were all well and good on most occasions, but she needed to be in and out without anybody paying too much attention. He’d be her next-door neighbor… if he were here. Last summer, the Duke of Azureford had purchased the adjoining property. It was a brisk, late spring day with no clouds in sight, but in a mountaintop village nicknamed Christmas, ’twas best not to venture out-of-doors without sturdy boots. Could it truly be considered theft, if the object Miss Carole Quincy intended to filch from the Duke of Azureford’s summer cottage had belonged to her all along?Ĭarole sat on the edge of her fourposter bed to tug off her worn leather slippers. ![]()
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