Mr. Impossible (Carsington Brothers, #2)

by Loretta Chase

“I’m not sure it’s decent for you to be looking at his cartouche,” said Mr. Carsington.

“You could probably coax a proposition from me,” he said, “if you set your mind to it.” “Preposition,” she said. “I said prep—”

“Feelings?” she cried. “What do you know of feelings?”

“I can’t eat just yet,” he said. “I am too—too—” He frowned. “Too something. Feelings.”

“A woman of your highly advanced intellect ought to be able to perceive that I am in love. With you. I wish you had told me. It was deuced embarrassing to find it out from your brother.”