Curious Governess, Dangerous Lord: A Regency Romance Mystery

'August did not move from where he hid, partially concealed by a damask curtain so thin they might as well be side by side. His held breath was more to hear her own ragged pants than to conceal himself.
Cheek tense from her withheld anger, the rest of Virtue's body thrummed minutely. Tempting enough for him to reach out and smooth into softness, as one would do with clay.
Then he noticed her hands were shaking. She clasped them to hide her nerves, anger fracturing into anxious energy.
There wa...