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Mass Market Paperback
First published December 1, 2015
No sensible woman looked at him like that.
Perhaps there was something wrong with her (p.11)
But thank God. Thank God! Here he was! The man who could redeem the family name. The man she dreamed of. The man she was destined to marry – even if William Repton was not yet away of the fact (p. 11).
Charlotte's heart sank further as her brother strode into the room. Wally was a secret husband test all her own. And the most important.
...
... This cool treatment was hardly unusual. Wally was inured to the unease of men and their insults.
But she was not. In the silence, her heart hardened in an all too familiar way. No gentlemen passed this test.
- loc 373
"I don't know Lord Spencer. Is he deserving of you, then?"
"Deserving of me?" Charlotte leaned on her arm to speak close, granting him a breathtaking view of her breasts. "He is far above me in rank and consequence. You mustn't say such things aloud this evening, Mr. Repton, and presume upon the good graces of our betters."
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"Why hasn't he?" Mr. Repton set his glass down hard on the mantel.
"I beg your pardon?"
"Spencer. Why hasn't he learned your favorite flowers?"
"Well ..."
"He brings you tulips and roses and carnations. Never snowdrops or narcissus or lily of the valley, not that those are your favorites. Neither is jasmine, but I thought you'd like how the perfume changes at night. Never once have I seen him bring you peonies."
She could only stare back.
"White peonies, right?" He considered her, his voice gentling. "No -- cream. With a pink blush at its heart, marked by stripes of raspberry and a tangle of gold stamens within, revealed only in bloom." He blinked and diverted his stare. "That is your favorite, I think."
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