Now, she sounded like an entirely different person. By the end of her first summer, she knew every man, woman and child and their pets and they all adored her (even the pets). The last two summers she spent in the village, she’d charmed every soul there with her nearly pathological sociability. “Perfectly fine,” she replied, her voice strong, cultured, controlled, a voice that he’d never heard before.Įlle was an open, friendly person, everything about her screamed it. “Elle, are you all right?” Prentice asked and her eyes, which were studying the carpet, flitted to his briefly then slid away. In fact, she’d hardly looked at him at all. She’d barely said a word since he’d arrived and she hadn’t fidgeted once.

It was as if she was frozen from the inside. Not as if today’s shift from the unusually hot weather they were having to gray and drizzling had caused her to have a chill. Prentice was often forced to haul her into his body and pin her to his side or kiss her to shut her up, neither of which he minded in the slightest. It was as if she had so much energy, if she didn’t fidget and talk to release some of it, she would explode. Even when they were drinking at a pub, she shifted on her stool and chattered away. It was difficult to keep her focused and in one place. He knew she was rich but she never acted it, nor did she dress the part.Īnd Elle was usually chatty and energetic. Lastly, she was wearing a sophisticated light blue dress which, Prentice had to admit, looked sweet on her but he also noted its obvious style and expense. She was also, he had noticed immediately, wearing makeup, which she never did because she didn’t need it. Prentice loved her soft, beautiful, unruly hair he thought it defined her perfectly. Instead, her usually thick, wavy hair was smoothed back in a neat ponytail at the nape of her neck and falling in a long sleek column down her back. Her hazel eyes weren’t shining with mischief or humor or happiness. Her lustrous, light brown hair wasn’t falling free down her back or pulled to the top of her head in a haphazard knot.

The minute he’d walked into Fergus McFadden’s home in answer to Elle’s father’s summons and laid eyes on Elle, Prentice knew something was wrong. Prentice Cameron could not believe this bloke. “You’re a fisherman,” Carver Austin said, his voice filled with derision, even his lip was curled. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please return to and purchase your own copy. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each person. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.

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