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“Oh” For the u her cheeks flamed

“Don’t worry” He tugged at the ribbons of her cloak, pushed the thick material from her shoulders “I’ll need a comfortable bed when I claim your body For noould like to test a theory”

“What … what theory?”

He brushed her cheek with the back of his fingers “That a raging passion lies beneath your priht will prove to be more than satisfactory”

Chapter 3

A dull thud echoed through the study Lord Callan banged the any desk with such force the lids of the ink pots rattled on the hinges The ed His complexion resembled a rainbow of hues: pink, red, purple with a hint of blue

“You have the nerve of the devil, sir!” Saliva bubbled at the corners of Lord Callan’s er at Matthew, seated on the opposite side of the desk “I’ll not agree to it Do you hear irl to a life with a scoundrel”

Lord Callan was a blasted hypocrite The man owed so much money his creditors were liable to tear the breeches fro

“Would you prefer to see her scrubbing floors in the workhouse?”

Lord Callan’s cheeks ballooned “Workhouse! Good God, man, it will not come to that”

“Then you possess the funds to pay your ga debts?”

The man’s mouth opened and closed numerous times “My …would have worked out perfectly had it not been for your untimely intervention Lady Morford assured e”

Suspicion flared

Had Lord Callan approved of Lady Morford’s plan to force a betrothal? It certainly explained why he allowed Miss Sarden freely

“I see” Matthew narrowed his gaze “You risked your niece’s reputation in the hope of settling your debts Lord Morford is a generous man and would not allow his wife to suffer the shame of an uncle sent to debtors’ prison”