The earl shook his head, exhibiting a degree of frosty offense that could only be achieved by an aristocrat whose wishes had just been gainsaid. โIโve never heard of a man being so eager to confess to the parent of a girl heโs just ruined,โ he said sourly.
Lisa KleypasHe was so far from the gallant knights in her romantic fantasies...He was tarnished, scarred, imperfect.
Lisa KleypasThose blue eyes glinted with uncivilized suggestion. A faint smile was tucked in the corner of his wide mouth. Definitely wouldn't want to be alone in a room with that guy, I thought. His gaze moved downward in lazy inspection, returned to my face, and he gave me one of those respectful nods that Texan men had raised to an art form.
Lisa KleypasRecently Mr. Mawdsleyโs donkey escaped from his stall, raced down the road, and somehow found his way into an enclosed pasture. Mr. Cairdโs prized mare was innocently grazing when the ill-bred seducer had his way with her. Now it appears the mare has conceived, and a feud is raging between Caird, who demands financial compensation, and Mawdsley, who insists that had the pasture fencing been in better repair, the clandestine meeting would never have occurred. Worse still, it has been suggested that the mare is a shameless lightskirt and did not try nearly hard enough to preserve her virtue.
Lisa KleypasWhen Christopher finished, there was a moment of silence. Leo looked at Cam expectantly. โWell?โ โWell what?โ โNow is the time when you dredge up one of your blasted Romany sayings. Something about roosters laying eggs, or pigs dancing in the orchard. Itโs what you always do. Letโs have it.โ Cam gave him a sardonic glance. โI canโt think of one right now.โ โBy God, Iโve had to listen to hundreds of them. And Phelan doesnโt have to hear even one?
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