Lord Havergal was in want of funds for gambling debts and other notorious pursuits befitting a dashing scoundrel such as himself. Though his tight-fisted financial guardian had refused his written requests for money, perhaps a face-to-face chat with the chap might prove more persuasive. He had not imagined L. Beddoes could be a woman! Believing herself to be far past the age of romance at the age of twenty-seven, Lettie Beddoes had no girlish delusion regarding Havergal's attempt to charm his way into her graces--and her purse. Surely it was just the arrival of spring that brought a sense of excitement in the air. It certainly couldn't be the restless yearnings of her own heart....
