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"She’llon misery and desperation

"For what?" the oldcoirl, I’ll be surprised if she doesn’t dance a jig I’ve just made the match of the year for you!"

Chapter 2

Gabriel swore and shoved his fists in his pockets

"I’m sorry," Westcliff said sincerely "Had it not been for Chaworth--"

"I know" Gabriel paced back and forth in front of the suer He couldn’t believe it Of all the clever ht Not by a worldly seductress, or a society beauty with finishing-school polish Instead, his downfall had come in the forhter of an earl, which meant that even if she were a certifiable lunatic--which certainly wasn’t outside the realm of possibility--her honor had to be redeemed

The overwhely, like a thoroughbred waiting for the starter’s flag Even her smallest movements seemed to hold the potential for explosive action The effect had been unsettling, but at the sa to capture all that undirected fire and put it to good use, until she was li her wouldn’t be a proble else about her that would be a probleainst one of the summer house’s outer support columns "What did sheif she married me?" he asked aloud "Perhaps she’s in love with so wooals other than finding a husband"

Folding his arlance "Are there? I’ve never met one of those"

"I believe you lanced back in the direction Lady Pandora had gone "A wallflower," he said softly, with a faint, reminiscent smile on his lips

Aside from his own father, there was no man Gabriel trusted more than Westcliff, who had always been like an uncle to him The earl was the kind of man ould always make the moral choice, no matter how difficult

"I already know your opinion about what I should do," Gabriel irl with a ruined reputation is at the world’s ations as a gentleh "How could I irl like that?" She would never fit into his life They would end up killing each other "She’s only half-civilized"