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69 pages, Kindle Edition
First published April 23, 2012
”But why? Why me? You’ve never so much as said hello, not once in all the years I’ve lived here.�
“For that I beg your pardon. If I wounded your feelings, I’m sorry. But my parents would have noticed, had I paid you the slightest heed. Had I so much as looked in your direction.�
“I know myself, Cousin Leo. I’m not so easy to tempt. I would not have been easy to seduce.�
“Then what is this?� he demanded. “Why do you linger, if my proposal doesn’t tempt you.�
Did I speak the truth? I wasn’t sure, at that moment, if I knew. I only knew that he was looking at me, properly seeing me, as no one had done in all the years I’d been part of the Dorchester household.
"And it was making me quite unwell. My pulse was racing, I'd begun to perspire though I hadn't moved for many minuters, and the oddest kind of ache had taken up residence deep within me. I felt restless and languid and, oddly enough, hungry for something--but what it was, I couldn't tell. Perhaps I ought to have eaten more at luncheon."
"Tell me what this feels like," he demanded.
How should I answer? "It's very nice," I said, which seemed to fit the moment.
"Nice? that's all you have to say? Nice?"
"I beg your pardon--"
"It's more than goddamn nice," he growled. "It's bloody perfect, that's what it is."