The pursued becomes the pursuer. After years of having Rowena MacLawry, the youngest sister of his closest friend, tagging after him, all Lachlan MacTier wants to do is escape. But then Winnie runs off to London, determined to forget Lachlan in the swirl of her debutante Season.
When she returns three months later to prepare for her oldest brother’s lavish Highlands wedding, Rowena is a changed woman. She’s smothered her Scottish brogue, become an arbiter of the latest Paris and London fashions, and is in the company of several handsome young English aristocrats all vying for her favors.
Lach doesn’t quite know what to make of this witty, sophisticated beauty who now has better things to do than follow him to a fishing pond. But the more determined she seems to be to prove that she has no need to fawn after a Scottish, kilt-wearing rogue who couldn’t even be bothered to write her a single letter while she was away, the more interested he is in Winnie. Is she pretending to disdain him now, or has he truly lost his chance at a lady who is turning out to be far more lovely and interesting than he ever imagined?
Rowena’s horizons have expanded, and she isn’t certain any longer that rugged Lachlan is the man with whom she wants to spend her life. Would she be happier in London with the swirl of parties and myriad friends and admirers, or in the silly pursuit of a man who’s never shown any interest in her at all? But in the face of London intrigue and Highlands danger, she begins to realize that the boy she adored is nothing compared to the man he’s become – and that he may prove to be irresistible.
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“What do ye think, Lachlan?”
Her heart pounding, Lady Rowena MacLawry pirouetted in the middle of the Glengask House morning room. All the way from Paris, this gown was. It practically floated on the air, mauve and a deep gray she knew precisely matched her eyes, because she’d spent hours holding up swatches of material to her mirrored reflection until she’d found the perfect charcoal hue.
“What do I think aboot what?” Lachlan MacTier, Viscount Gray, returned from the corner of the room.