The townsfolk all nodded and murmured their agreement. Georgie had no doubt Mr. Dewey had told the story a hundred times over in the pub. It was likely embellished a bit with each telling, as well.

Lord Weir made an impatient gesture with one long-fingered hand. "A lad's imaginings and canny bits of misdirection."

Georgie had to suppress a shudder as she wondered what that strong, smooth hand would feel like caressing her skin. The church grew suddenly warmer and she pressed her ...