The Wallflower Wager (Girl Meets Duke, #3)

by Tessa Dare

I couldn’t choke down enough of your miserable sandwiches. I need to eat something. Something that once had a face.” She wrinkled her nose. “That’s a horrid way of putting it.”

“Every time I speak three words, you look as though you’re going to swoon into my arms.” “I do not,” Penny objected, knowing very well that she probably did. “You sigh like a fool, blush like a beet. Your eyes are the worst of it. They turn into these . . . these pools. Glassy blue pools with man-eating sharks beneath the surface.” “I hope you’re not planning a career in poetry.”

“Unmannerly scut!” Ashbury shouted. “Thou reeky, burly-boned gudgeon.” Gabe had no idea how to respond to that. “He curses in Shakespeare,” Chase explained. “It’s annoying, I know. You get used to it.”

“I would say something about two birds and one stone, but you’d complain about animal cruelty.