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352 pages, Mass Market Paperback
First published September 2, 2003




"Thank you, Lord Malcolm, but I do not care to dance."
"Confound it!" He looked as sulky as a thwarted toddler. "I arranged this entire affair just so I could dance with you. Don't make me beg."
She was astonished she scarcely knew where to look. "You're joking."
"Hardly," he snapped.
...."Look at Anne Farnsworth urging the violinist to play another cotillion! I'm sure she thinks this is all her idea."
"Well, it isn't," he said mulishly. "I had to dance with her first because she's the squire's wife, but I'll be da--I'll be jiggered if I lead that bucktoothed beastley woman out next. Have mercy, Miss Whittaker. Dance with me."
She gave a little spurt of laughter and relented, setting down her punch glass. "You put it so beautifully, how can I resist?"




