by Madeleine Robins
The last time Olivia Martingale saw Menwin it was in Brussels on the eve of Waterloo. She had loved him then, but her love was not returned. Instead she yielded to the insistent Lord John Temperer, married him, and was left a widow.
With the war at last over, visiting John’s family seemed like a good idea. But John’s brother the Duke disliked her; John’s mother wanted to match-make for her… and into the middle of all this walked Menwin, filling the room with his presence. Olivia felt the old attraction rising again — until Menwin looked right through her as if she was not even worth noticing.