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389 pages, Kindle Edition
First published December 29, 2015
"You're scared of this," he said. Did he sound angry? She couldn't tell. She opened her mouth to argue, only to snap it shut again because he was right. He glanced away, over her head. "I don't blame you. I'm scared as well." He looked back at her. "I've never had this--this intensity with anyone before."
“Lady Margaret, I will promise to be less…gentlemanly in the future,” the duke said in a very low voice, so low she wasn’t sure even Annie could hear it.
The woman had gone and closed her eyes again anyway, no doubt thinking the danger of illness was past, and not wanting to interfere with whatever scenario she’d concocted in her head.
Less gentlemanly. Of course that conjured up the memory of the last time — last night– when he’s been less gentlemanly.
And look what had happened there. No wonder his words sent a shiver up her spine and down several other parts of her.
“In fact, ” he said, still in that low, thrilling tone, “I was thinking that if you were amenable, we could enter into a reciprocal arrangement.”
A what? And why did that sound both scandalous and wonderful?
He couldn’t mean what Margaret immediately thought it meant.
“What kind of arrangement?” she asked, acutely aware of Annie snoozing in the corner. Just as she’d thought, however, Annie emitted a soft snore that was either an actual snore, or the kind of snore she might emit if she wanted her mistress to continue an inappropriate conversation.
He glanced over at her, a spark of — mischief? — in his eye. “I have come to realize that I am not perhaps the most adventurous of souls. ” He turned away to gaze out of the window on the other side of the carriage. “In fact, some have accused me of being a stick-in-the-mud. If you would, I would like you to accompany me on some…adventures.”