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In that ure who had been created in his ible…and enchanting Bloody hell! His knees wobbled, and he leaned against the statue What was he saying? She was a lady, one with a respectable reputation He could not dishonor or ruin her by asking her to be his mistress She was fit for more than a quick romp beneath the sheets

Simply put, Miss Middleton was a lady of quality and could only be taken as a wife

Sweet Christ So inside of hi doith a wife so soon It was inevitable, but just not now! Perhaps after a fewhis bachelorhood

An intense awareness flowed through him That said bachelorhood had bored hi lovers that only sated his lust but offered little else

He scrubbed a hand over his face, and with a scowl, he nore his errant and unusual thoughts It s around thehim to such sentimentality

What else could it be?

The following , Graha theto exhaust both hiray, frosty mor

ning mist crept over the land, and he inhaled the brisk, clean air into his lungs He had drea love to her! He had jerked aith his heart pounding to see the ash-gray rising dawn outside his s and could not return to sleep This was profoundly irritating He’d not had a thought of her, even though he had known her to be his father’s neighbor for over two years, but now she was a perhts

Slowing his horse, he guided the animal into a trot toward a small brook at the eastern section of the estate There was not round, and so the brook should not be iced over His horse could indulge in a drink and a rest before he took him back to the stables

It didn’t take long to reach, and once there, he dishtshine over to the bank where the horse drank fro around where he spied his exquisite tor to her eyes and pointed in the distance toward the fore Then she pointed toward the lake and the sky, gesturing with animation to the lady beside her Her sister, Miss Letitia, if he was notto whatever scheme Callisto plotted

The pair of sisters could have cohtful illustration Callisto fair in scarlet, and her sister’s dark locks peeking froht blue pelisse Against the backdrop of the snow-edged lake, the trees naked froray sky Any artist would be enraptured and need to record the scene Grahaht before hi to allow his creative inclination to deter him

He walked toward theround They whirled around, and Callisto’s eyes widened when she saw him

She averted her gaze before facing hi autu some misdeed

“Up to lass in her hands

She scowled in evident consternation, before dipping into a quick curtsey “Lord Sherbrooke, how pleasant to see you up and about so early”