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344 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 21, 2012
For a moment, he wondered if he'd only brought himself more heartache, marrying Roxana when she felt nothing for him.
"I've been accused, from time to time, of taking myself too seriously. If that's my besetting sin, then yours lies in not taking yourself seriously enough. You have a great many gifts, Roxana—a warm heart, a ready understanding and a loyal and generous nature. But perhaps your most disarming quality is that you seem utterly unaware how very lovely you are." He shook his head. "Don't underestimate yourself."

”There is a young lady I admire…”
Roxana was not the only female in the family interested in gossip. Her mother leaned forward all ears. “There is? You must tell us all about the girl.”
The earl continued toying with his watch fob. “Unfortunately, ma’am, I don’t believe she returns my regard.” His voice died away, and his ears turned pink.
“Why, what girl would refuse you?” Lady Langley said as if it were a complete impossibility.
Roxana resisted the urge to raise her hand…
He took a deep breath and sought shelter again in the safety of a detached approach. “At any rate, I don’t wish to place undue demands on you, but I have to think of the succession.”
She, too, made a perceptible effort to shake off her nervous air. “Yes, I know.”
“Our marriage has a public dimension as well as a private one, and I have an obligation to those who rely on the support and patronage of the estate.”
She nodded.
“If I were to die without an heir, any number of people would suffer—my tenants, my employees, the village laborers, to say nothing of my mother and—“
[…]
“What are you laughing at?” […]
“You sound as if we’re discussing making a donation to the workhouse, or giving alms to the poor.” She giggled. “I had a sudden vision of a list of chores lying on your desk, a tick beside my name to show you’d done your husbandly duty—confer with the bailiff, answer letters, get Roxana with child. . . . Honestly, Ayersley, you’re either the most virtuous gentleman I’ve ever met, or you’re the slyest….Very well, then. I’m willing to do my part—for the benefit of my fellow man.”
He stepped closer, smiling uncertainly, and took her in his arms. “For the benefit of your fellow man.”
She clung to him, leaning her forehead on his shoulder. “Honestly, you can be the most ridiculous creature.”
When she burst into fresh laughter, all the tension went out of him, and he chuckled in her ear.