How would simple scarlet fruits embellished with snazzy emerald crowns and beady black beads begin a spicy rendezvous between an affluent duke and one feisty lady that is stubborn to prove herself worthy to her family? "My lord, if vanilla nor chocolate is your favorite flavor, what is it?" I ran my long fingers down his prominent, defined cheek. His hand moved fleetly, capturing the back of my hand with his warm palms, and uniting our hands. "My favorite flavor," he drew a breath, "is strawberry." That's when I knew I was bound to him, and there was no turning back.