Damn and blast the man. She was certain the earl saw them as a ramshackle household.
He catches me looking like a scullery maid, with Mrs. MacLeish gone to town and unable to answer the door. We provide no tea, nor even offer him a chair. Where were your manners, Catherine? Allowing his hands on her person didn't help either.
She knew full well where her manners went. As soon as he pushed her papa about their relationship to the duke, all other thoughts fled. She didn't know him well, but she knew he didn't miss much and didn't let go once an idea took hold.
He's curious, and he's going to stir up a hornet's nest and make Papa miserable. Damn, damn, and damn.
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A Dangerous Nativity
RomanceA lonely earl, a competent heroine of dubious origins, family secrets, and three mischievous boys-plus a goat on the roof, kisses in the barn, and mischief in the parlor... The Earl of Chadbourn feels trapped managing his widowed sister's ruined est...
