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Eversley grinned at that "I am an expert at it"

At that, Warnick reached into his open coat and extracted a coin "Your winnings"

He tossed the coin and Eversley snatched it fro your money"

"Money," the duke scoffed "You don’t care about the ha’penny You care about the win"

Sophie resisted the urge to roll her eyes Of course he only cared about the win She had no doubt that the Marquess of Eversley cared for nothing but winning

She should like to ensure that this man lost, and roundly

Before she could enjoy her private fantasy of the marquess’s loss, however, the duke lobbed his final barb "Not that it will get you anywhere near the cost of yourboot Tell nation"

Sophie’s heart began to pound at the words, at the reminder of Eversley’s reputation, at the re up here, wherever they were, far from home, and with no plan to speak of

What ca to have to rely upon the kindness of so to have to beg a journey to London, which would not be easy She would have to promise someone the funds upon arrival, and she kne difficult that would be

"I think the boot will be easily recovered"

The words pulled her fro to find his, shrouded by the brinized her?

"Perhaps I’ll send the boy to fetch it"

She stilled, even her breath caught in her lungs

He recognized her

The duke laughed, unaware of what had happened before his eyes, and returned to his curricle, tossing back, "The boyinto the lady’s boudoir"

Sophie couldn’t help her little huff of indignation Of course, Marcella was criticized for her actions as the marquess was lauded by his brawny, boorish brethren

Eversley cut her a look at the sound "I hope e to tell him precisely what he could do with the boot in question, instead playing the perfect servant "Unfortunately not, my lord"

He raised a brow "No?"

She wished she could reen eyes were unsettling in the extrelean sohts on the situation Instead, she soldiered on, lifting her chin, and he noted the defiance in the gesture "No"

He lowered his voice "Where is it, then?"

She lowered her voice to ine it is where I left it In the Liverpool hedge"

She rather enjoyed the way his throat worked in theher announcee"

"You left e," she pointed out

"I had no use for you"

"Well, I had no use for your boot"

He considered her for a long ed the topic "You look ridiculous"

Of course she did She lifted one shoulder, let it drop "It’s your livery"

"It’s for a footer flared at the words "You know nothing about me I am not spoiled And it was not a lark"

"Oh? I suppose you have a perfectly reasonable explanation for why you stole e"