His voice, annoyed as always, belied the gentleness in his big hands as he took the excuse of removing Alexia’s generous curves from his person to check for injuries. “Are you unhurt, Miss Tarabotti?” “You mean, aside from my dignity?” Alexia suspected Lord Maccon’s handling was a tad more than was strictly called for under the circumstances, but she secretly enjoyed the sensation. After all, how often did a spinster of her shelf life get manhandled by an earl of Lord Maccon’s peerage? She had better take advantage of the situation. She smiled at her own daring and wondered who could be said
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