An Improper Proposal (Improper Agreements #4)

by Audra Wells

And while everyone else’s heads were bowed and the vicar continued to pray, their eyes met. A single moment that snapped between them, as if they simultaneously realized that their futures were now intertwined, for better or for worse.

He was changing the rules, and she didn’t wish to play the game.

Who would have thought that underneath the duke’s crusty exterior, he was a gooey puddle of sweet jam? And she wanted to slather him all over a biscuit. Goodness. She had to get a hold of herself.

“You may call me Robert,” he said, forcing the words. “We are family, are we not?”

“No retort?” He quirked a brow. “That is most unlike you. Are you unsettled?” He leaned down again, his lips teasing her jaw until they paused just below her mouth. “Tell me to stop, Duchess.”

He tilted his head, rolling his eyes. The man was a treasure chest of reactions today.

We fear the opposite ends of the same problem. To care or not to care.

You don’t have to chase me. I don’t require your love.” “You may not require it, but you already have it.”