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384 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published October 1, 2000
Women had dreams? About what? A new pair of shoes? Seeing a rival fail? Dancing with a foreign prince? But Miss Lockhart wasn't speaking of the trivial, and he found himself asking, "What are your dreams?"
"You don't care. Until I spoke, it never occurred to you that a woman could have her dreams."
I am sick of being the object of lovelorn sighs. I have to put up with it in my own household—one needs scullery maids, the housekeeper assures me. But if I must spend time with a governess, and I will have to, then I want to be assured she will not be making cow eyes at me or, God forbid, sneaking into my bedchamber and peeling down to nothing. Which just happened with the senior upstairs maid who one would think knew better."
She wore tinted spectacles, he noted, a sign of weak eyes and excessive learning. Her complexion was bloodless and her lips pale. Her brown hair was pulled back so tightly from her face that any sagging around the chin and neck had been reduced—another feminine trick, and one that would scarcely fool a connoisseur such as himself. A tangled, spidery thin net of gray lace covered her hair, and she sported an absurd decoration that looked like nothing so much as two knitting needles stuck in right angles through the knot at the base of her neck.
He dropped his monocle and seated himself. "Perhaps you'll do," he said.
She nodded and without waiting for an invitation, seated herself in the old-fashioned Hepplewhite chair before his desk. The style fit her. "I was going to say the same for you."

She rolled up her sleeve and held out her arm where a ripple of purple marred the skin. "I got burned."
Standing, Lord Kerrich kicked his chair away. "Miss Lockhart, I can't do this!"
Miss Lockhart lifted her dark brows. "My lord?"
"This is too hard. What if I get fond of that child and she sticks another coal in her pocket? What will happen to me then?"
Kerrich and Lord Reynard leaned against the rail and watched the horses start around the track.
Into the silence, Kerrich burst out, "I wouldn't care what anyone thought, if I could have her on my terms. I want to know I'm going to be happy."
"So you're looking for a guarantee of happiness, are you? You think as long as you're the man in command you'll be happy? What about her? What if she's not happy?"
"I can make her happy."
"Boy, if you think you can make that woman do anything, you don't know her at all."
"You're a governess. You do not recognize a mature man."
"Lord Kerrich, I am a governess. I recognize that most males do not mature, they simply grow taller." Unwise, of course, to retort so wittily, and she waited, interested to see if he would behave like a typical roue and pout or threaten.
He surprised her; he nodded soberly. "Yes. When you look at what some women marry, you realize how much they must hate to work for their living. However, when it comes to my cousin, try not to put too much stock in your own infallibility. You don't like listening to 'I told you so.' "
Finally Miss Lockhart admitted, "I can ride."
"Then I will mount you appropriately." Realizing what he had said, he wavered between laughter and horror.
She stiffened, and in the most stifling of tones said, "You are the epitome of graciousness, my lord."
Laughter won.


[...]For the touch of your hand I would crawl through a horse stable on my stomach. If you wished, you could be the worst kind of tyrant and I would love it, and you. I had to realize that I trusted you not to do that, and submit myself to your rule. Please marry me. I'll always be faithful, and I can never be happy without you."
