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"Miranda!"

She caht here" She hurried into the house and shut the door behind her

"What the devil were you doing out there?"

"Being a far kinder person than you could ih the

"Eh?"

"Just looking around," she said "Did you dae the door?"

"Not very h"

She winced "Did you hurt your shoulder?"

"It's fine" He peeled off his sodden coat and hung it on a peg on the wall "Take off your…" He ht pelisse "…whatever it is you call that"

Miranda hugged her arave her an impatient look "It's a bit late for missish modesty"

"Someone could coine they're all safe and warot nore the luotten what an avid hunter Lord Chester was She quickly scanned the rooht No one was likely to stumble across them anytime soon, and from the looks of it outside, the rain had no intention of letting up

"Please tell me you're not one of those ladies who chooses ed off her pelisse and hung it on the peg next to his "Do you kno to build a fire?" she asked

"Provided we've dry wood"

"Oh, but there e, after all" She looked up at Turner with hopeful eyes "Don't most men like to be hile they hunt?"

"After they hunt," he corrected absently as he looked around for wood "And ine, are sufficiently lazy that the short trip back to thein the effort to build a fire here"

"Oh" Miranda stood still for ahio into the other room to see if there are any dry clothes we can use"

"Good idea" Turner watched her back as she disappeared froht The rain had plastered her shirt to her body, and he could see the warh the wet material His loins, which had been unbelievably cold frorew hot and heavy with remarkable speed He cursed and then stubbed his toe as he lifted the lid off a wooden chest to look for wood