Unleashing Mr Darcy. Teri Wilson

when he looked back down at his dog. They headed toward home. Elizabeth kept watching as he opened the door and the pair slipped inside.

      “Come on, sweetheart,” she murmured to Bliss. “Time for bed.”

      She crawled under the covers of the impressive four-poster bed, with Bliss curled by her side. Even though she’d traveled clear across the Atlantic Ocean that day and was exhausted beyond comprehension, Elizabeth lay awake for quite a while before she fell asleep. She tingled all over, from head to toe.

      At last her eyes fluttered shut. And for the first time in a week, she wasn’t awakened by nightmares of Grant Markham.