When Laird became earl he knew he’d have to settle down, but so soon? He abandons his own ball to sleep off a few too many drinks only to wake up in the the company of an adorable little thief bent on retrieving evidence that George IV and Mrs. Fitzherbert were not only married, but had children. Anne freezes when she realizes she isn’t alone on Laird’s bedroom. She can hardly argue when he assumes she’s there for an assignation, […]
I loitered around for several minutes waiting for this stupid cloud to move so I could get a good shot of the train station. It moved, all right, the same direction and speed at the sun. Gah!