All the fury had left her, swamped by an inexplicable flood of warmth. ” She leaned back amongst the cushions of her chair. ‘It must be painful. I had that coming. His hand traveled below her loose neckline, and he cupped her round breast in his hand. "You've perjured yourself. "You are the son of Sir Montacute Trenchard, of Ashton-Hall, near Manchester. . ” “Served the beast right,” Ennison declared. Too damned chickenhearted to confess to me he’d run off with the woman. She felt smaller and more adventurous even than she had expected to feel.
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