The Laird's Willful Lass (The Lairds Most Likely 1)

She swallowed, sent him a wild look, and rushed out. The slam of the door echoed through the empty corridor as she collapsed breathless against the wall outside his room. In a futile attempt to quiet her galloping heart, she pressed one trembling hand to her heaving chest.

What in Hades must Lyle make of her bizarre behavior? He must think her raving mad.

Right now, she was inclined to agree.

Charlotte forced herself to straighten and walk at a sedate pace toward her room. She’d change into dry clothes. And she prayed that in the process, she’d locate the sanity that so catastrophically deserted her.

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