““Samuel pulled on the reins and slipped off the horse, then reached up to help Eliza down. She shuddered as his hands slithered around her waist. Bile inched up her throat again, as it had all day and she took a deep breath to keep it down. “Are you feeling well, my love?” he said, before kissing her forehead. “How do you imagine I’m feeling?” A satisfied grin laced his mouth. “I imagine you’re eager to wed, as I am.” “You can believe that, if it gives you pleasure.” She glared and walked toward her sister. Donaldson””
