A Scot in the Dark (Scandal & Scoundrel #2)

by Sarah MacLean

missive arrived, revealing that alongside the estates and servants and paintings and carpets he had inherited, alongside the title he had no interest in using, the Duke of Warnick had inherited something else entirely. A woman.

Younger sisters were clearly a punishment for ill deeds in former lives.

If the woman wanted love, she would get it, dammit. He might not believe in it, but he’d will it into being if need be.

“Fine. My bounty is as boundless as the sea, my love as deep; the more I give to thee, the more I have, for both are infinite.” He raised a brow. “A children’s love story.” She gaped at him. “It’s Romeo and Juliet.” “Babes without any sense. Killing themselves over infatuation.” “It’s considered one of the greatest love stories of all time.” He lifted one shoulder. Let it drop. “Unless you know better.”

“You do not let them win. Not ever. There is nothing in the world they like more than tearing a woman down for having too much courage. And there is nothing in the world that makes them angrier than not being able to break her.”

And he was a thief. Taking without hesitation. Or perhaps it was she who was the thief. They stole together.

“Titled Englishmen seem to be exceedingly concerned with the weather.” “It does not rain in Scotland?” “It rains, lass. But we are grown men and so we do not weep with the wet.”

“Trousers again,” he said. She turned to him, making a show of looking to his plaid. “Well one of us should wear them, do you not think?”