Teaser Tuesday

on November 25, 2014 Anna Leave a reply

He swung up next to her on the seat, and after a silent apology to Weston he shrugged out of his coat and placed it around her shoulders. The mud would ruin it, but if she caught pneumonia she’d be at Bellwood for months, languishing. Even a plain country mouse could snare Robyn if she languished seductively enough.

“No! I mean, no thank you, my lord. I mean, it’s not necessary to . . .”

Damn it. What was wrong with the girl this time? She looked aghast, as if she thought she could catch the pox from his coat. He was about to reassure her he was as spotless as a newborn babe when it occurred to him discussing the pox with gently bred young ladies was not charming.

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