Page 9 of To Seduce A Rake
“Thank you, Harrison,” she said as she slipped it over her head. “Truly. That was more than I even knew was possible.”
He swallowed hard, feeling something he couldn’t name. “You don’t have to thank me,” he started. “I…well…”
“Rendering the rake speechless,” she said, grabbing her robe and putting it back over her shoulders. “That is quite the feat, I imagine.”
“Rebecca,” he whispered, using her given name for the first time.
She shook her head. “I told you I expect nothing from you.” She started towards the door.
He longed to stop her, but his feet were like heavy bricks, planting him in the very spot where he stood.
She reached for the door handle but turned back. “If I never see you again, just know that this has been the best night of my life.”
Then she was gone. Bolting through the door and closing it behind her before he could say anything in return.
Harrison raked his fingers through his hair and lowered himself into the chair where he’d been each time she’d entered his room. He dropped his head into his hands, wishing he possessed the capacity to entertain the notion of giving his heart to another. To her. As mad as that might be.
