Henry’s smile was a curve of mischief, his eyes alight with amusement. “And why should I be angry?”

“I locked you out on purpose.”

With a swift motion, Henry pulled Giselle Lambert into a tight embrace, their foreheads touching as he murmured, “You silly thing. Even if you demanded my life, I’d gladly surrender it to you.”

His voice, deep and raspy, resonated like a drumbeat against Giselle’s heart.

Guilt surged within her. He had been nothing but ...