A Promise of Pure Gardenias

Drat the woman Did she have to be so beautiful, to smell so enticing? A year of avoidance and she still tempted him beyond distraction. Made him want her with a passion that almost frightened him, but he knew better than to go there again... He had been about to go down on his knees, beg her to make him the happiest of men, when Sophia Barclay had suddenly spoken, her lilting tones ringing loud and clear. 'I won't marry Brendon Spencer I absolutely refuse ' Saved him a world of indignity, he supposed, but the rejection still cut deep. Even taking a mistress hadn't lessened the pain. Especially when that mistress might have spilled his secret. A secret that he would rather cut off his nose than reveal. Drat the man How dare he barge back into her life and make assumptions. Brendon Spencer had abandoned her, and had taken a mistress for a whole year What gave him the right to become so affronted? Sophia would go to breakfast with whomsoever she liked, regardless of propriety Why should she care what he thought? No one had worried about her while she was alone, certainly not that pompous arse But her heart throbbed at the sight of him and her insides fluttered alarmingly, even while the humiliation of unrequited love burned deep. How could she still want him when he clearly thought nothing of her? With his father in imminent danger and responsibility threatening fast, can Brendon face his fears and contain his legendary temper long enough to win the woman he most desires?