“Forgive me,” he said in a low voice, “I didn’t mean to frighten you.”
“Oh, you didn’t frighten me,” she lied cheerfully, her pulse still off-kilter. “I was just a bit…surprised.”
“I arrived at the estate a couple of hours ago. They said you were out here walking.”
He seemed rather familiar. He was looking at Daisy as if he expected her to know him…Daisy regarded him with confusion. She couldn’t imagine how she could have forgotten a man this attractive. His features were strong and decisively formed. And his eyes were a rich sky-blue…
Suddenly, Daisy realized who he was. Her knees nearly gave way beneath her. “You,” she whispered, her eyes wide with astonishment as she beheld the face of Matthew Swift.
The man her father demanded she marry.