When this angel finally descended to earth, she was all woman. She dropped into a dignified curtsy, nearly deep enough for court. Wisps of the aroma of fruit, like fresh confection, reached his nose. Charming. She stood inches away, poised, polished, perfection. His trousers stretched even more. Was she the woman of his most fervered dreams? Right now, yes. At that moment, it dawned on him that was staring for far longer than was polite. Cough. Shift.

"At your service, Miss Mason." Nate bowed slightly, trying to match her etiquette. Now, he regretted not putting just a bit more effort into caring for his own appearance. "Forgive me, but you look splendid."