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"Your ladyship, ‘e’ll kill me," Curry said in dismay when he heard Beth’s instructions

"I only want to speak to the ht you are And then ‘is lordship will kill me Not to mention ‘Is Grace"

"Please, Curry And I won’t chide you on what I saw you and Katie getting up to on the back stairs yesterday "

Curry turned brilliant red "You’re a hard one, ain’t ya?

Does rew up in the gutter, Curry, saing your pardon, utter, but you ain’t froentle your pardon, Curry I didn’t mean to presume"

He grinned at her "Right Just so it doesn’t ‘appen again"

He sobered "Ooh, but ‘e’s going to kill et on with it"

Ian opened the door of Beth’s bedcha and sidestepped as Curry rushed out For the last few days, he’d seen Curry scuttle in and out of Beth’s bedchaave Ian one now "Where the hell are you going?" Ian asked his to do" He disappeared into the hall below and was gone

Inside, Beth reclined on the chaise, her face pink, her breath quick Ian crossed to her and put his hand on her forehead, but found no fever He sat down on the sliver of chaise next to her, liking her body against his

"We’ll leave for Scotland next week You should be well enough to travel by then"

"Is that an order, husband?"

Ian laced his hand through her hair He wanted her, but illing to forgo the pleasure of sating hi her "You will like et ht point out"

"You can have your real wedding, with the white dress and lilies of the valley, like you told me at the opera" Her slim brows arched "You rehtful"

Ian rose "Rest until then"