The Wallflower Wager (Girl Meets Duke, #3)

by Tessa Dare

“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.”