Tears spilled down her cheeks, drying in salty tracks. Jane scrubbed at them with her sleeve, her throat constricting as she tried not to cry.

Damn the man! She was completely embarrassed by her reaction to him and how she had just run away like a coward.

It felt too good to be true, to be in his arms, music enveloping her soul, binding her to the handsome Earl of Weymouth. She couldn't be falling in love with him. She had promised herself she wouldn't let this ...