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Wycliff was right Seeing happiness swi, as potent as any elixir

He covered Verity’s eyes with his hand and led her out through the terrace doors and down the stone steps Excitement and anticipation whirled in his chest The pavilion tent with its pinnacle roof looked like soht find in a medieval encampment

Verity gigged “Can I look now?”

“In a rass to stand before the propped canopy leading to the tent’s entrance Only then did he per nature I stole Mrs Crandall’s idea of a theht in Manchester Square”

Verity rubbed her eyes and blinked numerous times When she finally absorbed the size of the structure, she turned to hi in there?”

He shrugged “If you want to If it makes you happy”

She grabbed his arm for balance, came up on her tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his cheek “You ate”

She pulled him inside Even he was astounded by the effort taken to transform the tent into a bedchamber fit for seduction A red velvet counterpane covered the low makeshift bed Gold cushions provided a sumptuous contrast There were furs draped over the two chairs,the floor

“Where on earth did you find such a thing?” she said, her vibrant blue eyes glowing

“I know a h it is only on loan” He watched in awe as she wandered about, testing the bed for coht you sleep out here with ht?”

Verity closed the gap between them “It’s wonderful, but I would sleep in an alley next to a brazier if it ether”

“That’s one of the many reasons I love you”

She cupped his cheek “And I never thought I could love anyone as lanced at the entrance, and a coy smile touched her lips “I presume this tent has a door”

“Would you like me to close it?”

“Indeed”

Lawrence untied the fastenings and rolled down the canvas door He prowled towards her, hot blood pulsing in his veins “Hoould you like to play this game, Mrs Trent?”

Verity arched a brow and placed her hands on his chest “We h I aht at the masquerade”

He pulled her close, let her feel the evidence of his growing arousal “Then this pro adventure”