“I recall refusing to dance, Duke.” “Malcolm,” he said, soft at her ear, loving her shiver at his name. “Tell me again, now that you’re in my arms. Now that I’m in yours. And I’ll stop.” He wasn’t sure how, but he would. She sighed, her lips curving into a little, lovely smile. “You’re very difficult.” He could live in that smile. “I’ve been told that.” “I thought aristocrats were supposed to be accommodating.” “Not dukes. Haven’t you heard that we’re the worst of the lot?” “And they let anyone become a duke nowadays, do they?” He turned her toward the light, revealing her beautiful face. “If
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