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The need to escape the stifling rip Miss Atwood’s hand and practically pull her down the broad oak staircase He couldn’t bundle her into the carriage quick enough He couldn’t rap the roof hard enough

“Well, that was a rather unexpected encounter” Miss Atwood panted as she flopped into the seat The vehicle jerked forward and crunched along the gravel drive “I thought you kept your de at your heels the moment we stepped over the threshold”

Lucius took a few s”

“Are you referring to your father or Mr Warner?”

“Both”

“I see” She clasped her hands in her lap and watched hieted in the seat “So, restraint is so to master”

“I never professed to be a saint” God, he was desperate to rip Warner’s head from his shoulders “Discipline requires patience Some emotions are difficult to control”

Like his sudden urge to cal Miss Atwood’s delectable mouth He would coax her warer In anticipation, hot blood pooled heavy in his loins He knew beyond any doubt, he could lose himself forever in her embrace

“You admire Plato,” she said “Does the philosopher not say that a s are le”

Bloody hell!

Why couldn’t this be a time of recklessness, not reason? Could she not have beckoned hie, flashed the tops of her stockings and said to hell with oaths and vows? Could she not have told him to take whatever he needed to relieve the infernal ache?

“Trust me, Miss Atwood, a man has his limits”

“Then we should replay the events of theWe cannot be seen whispering together in a secluded corner of Sir Melrose’s ballroom”

It was not his

Still, he had to do sohts “Perhaps you should tell ave the innkeeper your name and said you wanted to rent room five”