Rules for a Rogue

As she climbed into the Pembry carriage for the short journey home, Phee fought the sting of tears. For a fleeting moment, she’d allowed herself to indulge her desire for Kit, to forget rules and responsibilities. To behave as boldly as she advised other young ladies to do. Now her chest ached with a familiar pang of disappointment, the sting that always came when she allowed her heart to overrule her good sense.