He realized that they were both undoubtedly still right where they had been left on the floor of Olympia’s study last night. “Damnation.” Jared sat up and reached for the black velvet eye patch on the bedside table. This business of conducting a passionate affair was going to be even more difficult than he had first envisioned. He wondered how the notorious rakes of the ton managed to slip in and out of various and assorted boudoirs with such reputed ease. He was rapidly discovering that conducting a simple, single affair with one woman was fraught with risks. Perhaps he simply was not cut out for this sort of thing, Jared thought as he tossed aside the quilt and got out of bed. On the other hand, last night’s tryst had to rank as one of the most incredibly spectacular events in his entire life. Perhaps the most spectacular event. But now the dawn had come and with it had arrived all the pesky, annoying details that were bound to beset such extraordinary ventures. First things first, Jared told himself.
