Dilemma in Yellow Silk (Emperors of London)

by Lynne Connolly

  He smiled. She was not trapping him into any more flirtation. From now on, he would do his best to avoid her until he’d thoroughly analyzed the odd feelings she evoked in him. The stirrings of lust, certainly, but anyone looking at these two would consider that. No, the more tender, gentle emotion with which he was entirely unfamiliar. Except with his parents, and that was an entirely different case. No similarities at all.