Eleanor's heart gave a jolt when she looked up to find Damon's face at her open bedroom window. Her jaw dropping, she watched in disbelief as he eased his broad shoulders through the window and hauled himself inside, then lowered his feet to the carpet. He was still dressed in formal evening wear, Eleanor noted distractedly, but that wasn't what held her speechless. It was the fact that he had climbed up two stories to a lady's bedchamber, after midnight, bold as you please.“Damon!” she exclaimed, her voice a high, breathless rasp. “What the devil ...
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