The Day of the Duchess (Scandal & Scoundrel, #3)

by Sarah MacLean

To rescue you. Another lie. This woman didn’t need him. In all the time he’d sought her, he’d imagined her fearful. Weak. Ruined. This woman was none of those things. There was nothing cowering about her. Instead, she was all strength. She was nothing like the woman he’d met on that long-ago night outside the Worthington ball. Except . . . she was.

Haven adjusted his grip on the wild animal in his arms, setting one hand to the writhing beast’s back with firm control and willing it still. “Enough, beast,” he said for show, sending a silent, Come on, cat, at least allow me this, to whatever higher power managed felines.

nothing she’d ever experienced as he leaned closer. “I shall give you

Her lips pressed together in annoyance, and he wanted to kiss her again. He wanted to kiss her always, honestly, but particularly when she was annoyed.

” They never said the things that were important.

“I shall do my best to be a gentleman and join you,” Caleb interjected. “I am, after all, a growing boy.” “Capital!” Sophie replied. “As it is possible I am growing a boy, we shall be a fine match.”