"But even as he reached out to cup he face he heard an angry buzzing, and a huge black bee dive-bombed him from out of nowhere. With an oath, Thomas jumped back, swatting ineffectually at the persistent insect. As his left foot came down he turned his ankle and nearly fell. Alexandria's hand covered her mouth in horror. Aidan returned innocently from the living room. He smiled and moved slowly toward her. "Marie!" In a panic, Alexandria called out as loudly as she could. Aidan laughed as the housekeeper hurried in. Though they were half a room apart and Marie was squarely between them, Alexandria felt the brush of his fingers on her skin, her face, her throat. They trailed lower, feather-light, to touch the aching swell of her breast before the sensation was gone. "What is it, Alexandria?" Marie asked, her hands on her hips, glaring at Aidan. He held up a placating hand, laughing. "I am innocent. I was a perfect gentleman to her visitor." "He spilled Thomas's coffee, made him sneeze, smeared whipped cream over him, and chased him with a bee," Alexandria accused. While Marie struggled to keep a straight face, Alexandria delivered a final outrage. "And he was going to wither my flowers." "Aidan!" Marie reprimanded sharply, but there was laughter in her eyes."