“Should I?” The words came out as barely more than a whisper.

His thumb traced across her arm where he held her. Such a small touch sent shivers through her entire body. “Yes. Before I do something we’ll both regret.”

But she didn’t want to go back inside. She wanted to stay here in this garden with him, wanted to discover what would happen if she threw practicality to the wind, if she rose up on her toes, if she—

A crack of thunder split the air above them, so sudden and loud that Diana jumped. Almost immediately, the skies opened and rain began to pour down in earnest, soaking through her silk gown in seconds.

“Come.” Graham took her hand without hesitation. “We must find shelter.”

As they ran through the garden, her hand in his, Diana knew there would be no returning to practicality.

Whatever happened next would change everything. Because Diana realized the true danger wasn’t the storm.

It was the man leading her through it.