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      “Are you all right? Did something happen?”

      “Nothing’s wrong.” She turned away. Nothing, except that her pulse was racing from what she’d just seen.

      “Why are you out here?”

      He stopped beside her. She felt the heat from his body and knew he was close.

      “I just…”

      She glanced back at him, and that one tiny glimpse drew her uncontrollably. His hair was ruffled. Whiskers darkened his chin. He’d closed the center button on his shirt, but that was all. The tail flapped in the breeze. The cuffs were open. Black crinkly hair covered his chest. His broad, bare chest.

      “What are you doing out here?” Stephen asked.

      Never—ever—in her entire life, in all the countries she’d lived, in all the circumstances she’d found herself, had Caroline once wanted to press her hands against a man’s chest. Until now….

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      Written in the Heart

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      Contents

       Chapter One

       Chapter Two

       Chapter Three

       Chapter Four

       Chapter Five

       Chapter Six

       Chapter Seven

       Chapter Eight

       Chapter Nine

       Chapter Ten

       Chapter Eleven

       Chapter Twelve

       Chapter Thirteen

       Chapter Fourteen

       Chapter Fifteen

       Chapter Sixteen

       Chapter Seventeen

       Chapter Eighteen

       Chapter Nineteen

       Chapter Twenty

       Chapter Twenty-One

       Chapter Twenty-Two

      Chapter One

      Los Angeles, California

      April 26, 1896

      Surely there was an easier way for a woman to get work.

      Caroline Sommerfield shifted on the leather seat of the hansom cab, mentally rehearsing the speech she’d prepared. She’d waited weeks for this chance. She wasn’t about to waste it. Even if it meant sneaking around and lying about her whereabouts tonight.

      “Who is it you’re visiting, Caroline?”

      Across the darkened hansom Caroline heard her cousin’s voice. She hadn’t wanted Sophie to come along with her tonight. But since they’d both been leaving their aunt’s at the same time she couldn’t reasonably protest.

      “A friend,” Caroline said. “A sick friend.”

      “I didn’t realize you knew anyone in the city but family,” Sophie said.

      “I’ve met a few others,” Caroline said.

      Sophie was quiet, so Caroline figured she’d accepted her lie as fact. Which was good, because Caroline wasn’t particularly adept at telling less than the truth, even to someone she hardly knew, like her cousin.

      “How did you meet this friend?” Sophie asked.

      Caroline cleared her throat. “All those parties Aunt Eleanor arranged invitations for.”

      “Really? Which party?”

      “Last Saturday night’s.”

      “And whose was that?”

      Caroline tightened her grip on her handbag to keep from wrapping her hands around her cousin’s neck. This thing of having family, of answering to other people, was getting on her nerves. It was all so strange. And inconvenient.

      Still, Caroline had no one but herself to blame for her uncomfortable circumstances tonight. This wasn’t what her father had had in mind when he insisted she travel to Los Angeles and move in with her aunt a month ago.

      “The Latham party,” Caroline said. “We met there.”

      “Oh, yes, the Lathams,” Sophie said. “That’s where you showed off your—what is that thing again?”

      The thing that had nearly sent Aunt

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