It took all of her moral strength not to kick him, just a little, while he was so conveniently at her feet.
"Stop flirting. With you, every sentence is an offer."
"And with you, every sentence is a challenge."
Shoes really did lead the perfect life. They were polished and taken care of and not
expected to do anything more painful than occasionally step in a bit of mud or a rare puddle. She'd wager her shoes never wished they could just disappear.
"Her honor will come to no harm at my hands," Jack said.
"'Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about," Alexander said.
"She's a delicate lass," Hugh added.
"Aye," said Gregor. "A Scottish rose."
"Your tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed," Jack ground out. "Facts you all know, if you've spoken to Hamish."
Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. "She has the devil's own temper, our Fiona does."
It does not pay to be possessive of a man determined to remain free.
Jack took the note:
My lord, Lady Kincaid announced she would be out this evening. When I asked where, she said she was going 'carousing.' That is a direct quote. Please advise. Devonsgate.
"My marriage to Kincaid is a bit more complicated than I thought. There are certain things we don't agree on, and-"
"You wish to change his mind about something," Gregor finished.
"How did you know?"
"I've noticed that women often have a desire to change men, even the ones they love."
"I've noticed that, too." Dougal frowned.
Jack looked at the paper. Devonsgate had listed all twelve footmen: John, Mark, Luke,
Thomas! Bloody hell, his butler had hired the entire New Testament.
As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. "Good God! It's massive!"
Jack paused with his foot on the last step. "I do wish you'd keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there."
"Stop flirting. With you, every sentence is an offer."
"And with you, every sentence is a challenge."
Shoes really did lead the perfect life. They were polished and taken care of and not
expected to do anything more painful than occasionally step in a bit of mud or a rare puddle. She'd wager her shoes never wished they could just disappear.
"Her honor will come to no harm at my hands," Jack said.
"'Tis not her honor but her tender heart that I worry about," Alexander said.
"She's a delicate lass," Hugh added.
"Aye," said Gregor. "A Scottish rose."
"Your tender, delicate rose had me ambushed, knocked unconscious, and forced to wed," Jack ground out. "Facts you all know, if you've spoken to Hamish."
Dougal grinned, his teeth flashing whitely. "She has the devil's own temper, our Fiona does."
It does not pay to be possessive of a man determined to remain free.
Jack took the note:
My lord, Lady Kincaid announced she would be out this evening. When I asked where, she said she was going 'carousing.' That is a direct quote. Please advise. Devonsgate.
"My marriage to Kincaid is a bit more complicated than I thought. There are certain things we don't agree on, and-"
"You wish to change his mind about something," Gregor finished.
"How did you know?"
"I've noticed that women often have a desire to change men, even the ones they love."
"I've noticed that, too." Dougal frowned.
Jack looked at the paper. Devonsgate had listed all twelve footmen: John, Mark, Luke,
Thomas! Bloody hell, his butler had hired the entire New Testament.
As Jack began to climb the stairs, Fiona looked up at her new home. Five stories of stately mansion rose above her head. Heavy molding around the large windows and doors bespoke a quality and craftsmanship that was obvious even in the dim night. "Good God! It's massive!"
Jack paused with his foot on the last step. "I do wish you'd keep those comments until we are in bed, love. I would appreciate them all the more there."
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