Slightly Dangerous (Bedwyn Saga, #6)

by Mary Balogh

Daughters of gentlemen with an academic turn of mind are frequently better educated and therefore more interesting conversationalists than the average young lady of ton.

And infatuated be damned. He was near to being blinded by his attraction to her. He was in love, damn it all. He disliked her, he resented her, he disapproved of almost everything about her, yet he was head over ears in love with her, like a foolish schoolboy.

“Indeed?” he said. “Is the world not large enough for the two of us, then, Mrs. Derrick?”

“Your grace,” she said, “I—” “Must you your grace me?” he asked her. “Must you, Christine?”