Written In The Heart
SHE COULD READ BETWEEN THE LINES,and Caroline Sommerfield knew at a glance that business mogul Stephen Monterey had written off any prospect of joy for himself. But working for this very private man convinced her that her true talent was a gift for living, one she was more than willing to share…with Stephen!Given the choice, Stephen Monterey would prefer to remain tied to his desk, hard at work, rather than spend his time with frivolous amusements. But that was before Caroline Sommerfield danced her way into his ordered existence, creating her own special chaos and determined to rewrite the story of his life…!
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“Are you all right? Did something happen?”
“Nothing’s wrong.” She turned away. Nothing, except that her pulse was racing from what she’d just seen.
“Why are you out here?”
He stopped beside her. She felt the heat from his body and knew he was close.
“I just…”
She glanced back at him, and that one tiny glimpse drew her uncontrollably. His hair was ruffled. Whiskers darkened his chin. He’d closed the center button on his shirt, but that was all. The tail flapped in the breeze. The cuffs were open. Black crinkly hair covered his chest. His broad, bare chest.
“What are you doing out here?” Stephen asked.
Never—ever—in her entire life, in all the countries she’d lived, in all the circumstances she’d found herself, had Caroline once wanted to press her hands against a man’s chest. Until now….
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Contents
Chapter One
Los Angeles, California
April 26, 1896
Surely there was an easier way for a woman to get work.
Caroline Sommerfield shifted on the leather seat of the hansom cab, mentally rehearsing the speech she’d prepared. She’d waited weeks for this chance. She wasn’t about to waste it. Even if it meant sneaking around and lying about her whereabouts tonight.
“Who is it you’re visiting, Caroline?”
Across the darkened hansom Caroline heard her cousin’s voice. She hadn’t wanted Sophie to come along with her tonight. But since they’d both been leaving their aunt’s at the same time she couldn’t reasonably protest.
“A friend,” Caroline said. “A sick friend.”
“I didn’t realize you knew anyone in the city but family,” Sophie said.
“I’ve met a few others,” Caroline said.
Sophie was quiet, so Caroline figured she’d accepted her lie as fact. Which was good, because Caroline wasn’t particularly adept at telling less than the truth, even to someone she hardly knew, like her cousin.
“How did you meet this friend?” Sophie asked.
Caroline cleared her throat. “All those parties Aunt Eleanor arranged invitations for.”
“Really? Which party?”
“Last Saturday night’s.”
“And whose was that?”
Caroline tightened her grip on her handbag to keep from wrapping her hands around her cousin’s neck. This thing of having family, of answering to other people, was getting on her nerves. It was all so strange. And inconvenient.
Still, Caroline had no one but herself to blame for her uncomfortable circumstances tonight. This wasn’t what her father had had in mind when he insisted she travel to Los Angeles and move in with her aunt a month ago.
“The Latham party,” Caroline said. “We met there.”
“Oh, yes, the Lathams,” Sophie said. “That’s where you showed off your—what is that thing again?”
The thing that had nearly sent Aunt Eleanor into a faint.
“Graphology,” Caroline said. She’d repeated the word dozens of times since arriving in Los Angeles.
“Oh, yes. Quite…interesting,” Sophie said. “Aunt Eleanor was…”
“Surprised?”
Sophie managed a polite laugh. “Yes, something like that.”
Despite Aunt Eleanor’s embarrassment, Caroline had been the hit of the party. The craft of analyzing handwriting was a novelty here, but Caroline had studied it from masters in France and Germany, where the skill was taken more seriously. After only a few minutes of studying a handwriting sample Caroline could interpret the character of the writer. Only a few people in this part of the world could do that.
“Did your father know about your…talent?” Sophie asked.
“Of course,” Caroline said. “He encouraged me.”
Caroline wished her father were here with her now. Instead he was happy and contented in Europe—where Caroline wished she were—while she’d been exiled to the States.
