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‘I’m in no mood to play games this morning, Pandora— Oh, damn it to hell!’ Rupert had reached out to put his hands about her waist with the intention of lifting her from the chair, but as she turned to face him her slipper caught in the hem of her gown and she cried out as she overbalanced and tumbled from the chair, straight into his waiting arms. ‘That’s one way of achieving my objective,’ he murmured drily as he held her tightly against him.

Her face was flushed and irritable, and she glared up at him to struggle ineffectually in his arms. ‘Put me down, please.’

He arched teasing brows. ‘Is that any way to thank me for rescuing you from a fall?’

Those beautiful eyes glittered. ‘If you hadn’t startled me, then I should not have fallen at all!’

‘I’m very much afraid, Pandora, that since the first moment I met you, I seem to have done little else but rescue you from one disaster after another.’ Rupert caught his top lip between his teeth in an effort to stop himself from laughing at her disgruntled expression.

‘It is my wish that you put me down at once.’ If Pandora had been standing on her own two feet, then she would no doubt have stamped one of them in temper.

Rupert closed his eyes and counted to ten, then counted another ten, all in an effort to prevent his mirth from breaking free and enraging her even further.

An hour ago, even ten minutes ago, he had been angry and frustrated at finding that Pandora had fled Stratton House in his absence, but now, just a few short minutes later, with Pandora held safely in his arms, all he wanted to do was laugh!

Pandora stilled as she eyed him suspiciously. ‘I trust you are not about to laugh, Stratton?’

How could she, how could any woman, so starchily address the man in whose arms she had been completely naked and aroused only hours before?

Pandora Maybury, that’s who. The woman in whose company Rupert had never suffered a single moment of boredom. Dash it, how could there be time for boredom when she seemed to stumble from one mishap to the next?

It was too much, she was too much, for Rupert to be able to contain his mirth another moment longer.

Pandora looked up at Rupert as he burst into sudden, explosive laughter. Not a polite smile, or a dry chuckle, but the sort of humour which entailed him throwing back his head and letting out a loud guffaw. The sort of long and helpless laughter that made one weak and caused even Rupert to step back until he was able to sit down upon the chair from which Pandora had fallen only moments ago. And even then he did not cease his laughter completely, but continued to chuckle as he looked down at her as he shook his head in bemusement.

Pandora had been devastated, mortified with embarrassment earlier this morning, when the maid at Stratton House had delivered her breakfast, and answered her query concerning the Duke’s whereabouts with the information that he had left the house over an hour ago, nor had he left word as to when they might expect him to return.

To Pandora, the abruptness of his departure, and his knowing full well that she would not wish to spend any time alone in the house with Patricia Stirling, seemed to have but one explanation: he must be hoping, after their lovemaking in his bedchamber the night before, that she would have departed from Stratton House by the time he returned. That being the case, she had immediately sent a note to Henley requesting she bring fresh clothes and the coach to Stratton House.

To then have Rupert arrive here only minutes ago and accuse her of not saying goodbye to him was beyond anything! ‘You are nothing but a cold, unfeeling, arrogant brute—’

Rupert’s humour faded as quickly as it had arrived. ‘Was I cold and unfeeling last night?’ he prompted huskily. ‘Was I arrogant then? Or a brute?’

Pandora had stilled in his arms, her cheeks flushing becomingly. ‘You—’

‘I am very sorry to interrupt, your Grace—er, your Graces.’ An uncomfortable-looking Bentley stood framed in the open doorway. ‘But Mr Jessop has arrived to see her Grace.’

Rupert’s gaze remained narrowed on Pandora as he answered the other man. ‘Ask him to wait in the blue salon, would you, Bentley,’ he instructed distractedly.

‘You—’

‘Now, if you please, Bentley,’ Rupert said courteously as Pandora looked set to explode at his arrogance in ordering her butler about.

‘Yes, your Grace.’

Rupert didn’t need to turn to know that the butler had departed. ‘Mr Jessop?’ he prompted as he continued to hold Pandora in his grasp.

An irritated frown creased her ivory brow. ‘He’s my lawyer—’

‘Having previous been introduced to him, I am aware of that, Pandora,’ Rupert spoke softly. ‘What I wish to know is why he is visiting you again this morning?’

She breathed heavily. ‘He’s here because I sent for him, of course.’

‘Why?’

She struggled against his hold. ‘Release me, Rupert.’

‘No.’

Those purple eyes darkened. ‘You have already embarrassed me by continuing to hold me in your arms in front of my butler—do you now intend to embarrass me in front of my lawyer, too?’

His jaw tightened. ‘Not unless that lawyer is in the habit of coming upstairs to your bedchamber, no.’

You should not be in the habit of coming upstairs to my bedchamber!’

He shrugged unconcernedly. ‘I will take your remark under consideration.’

‘You—!’ Pandora’s eyes were wide, her cheeks flushed. ‘Release me and remove yourself immediately from my home—and don’t say no to me again, Stratton,’ she warned as he was about to do exactly that, ‘or I warn you I may be pushed to an act of violence!’

How she intended doing that, when Rupert still held her in his grasp, he was unsure, but caution being the better part of valour, and all that … Besides which, tempting as the notion was, Mr Jessop could not be kept kicking his heels in the blue salon all day whilst Rupert gave Pandora another leisurely demonstration of exactly why he, of all people, had a perfect right, to be not only in her home, but in her bedchamber.

A demonstration which Rupert was only willing to delay, but not to cancel altogether …

‘Mr Jessop,’ Pandora greeted the lawyer warmly as she entered the blue salon. Perhaps a little more warmly than she might have done if she had not been aware of Rupert’s arrogant presence at her side!

Stating that there was absolutely no reason for him to accompany her had achieved absolutely nothing, as he had merely smiled that self-assured—and infuriating—smile of his and followed her down the stairs to the blue salon. As if she were the same ninnyhead he had called Henley and had not dealt quite capably with her own affairs during this past year of widowhood.

‘Pandora, your Grace.’ Anthony Jessop made Pandora a polite bow, but his attention was obviously distracted by the man standing beside her.

‘It is kind of you to call so quickly after receiving my note.’ Pandora continued to ignore Rupert’s broodingly silent presence as she smiled at the older man.

‘It was my intention to call upon you this morning anyway,’ the lawyer assured lightly.

Pandora arched a surprised brow. ‘It was …?’

He nodded. ‘But we will talk of that in a few minutes. Your butler has just informed me that there was a fire in the house last night? I trust no one was harmed?’

‘I—’

‘Your concern is appreciated,’ Rupert answered the other man quietly. ‘But, as you might well imagine to be the case, Pandora has been overset by the fire, so perhaps you would just like to state your business—’

‘If you would please allow me to deal with this, Rupert?’ Pandora frowned her irritation with his interfering intervention. ‘Indeed, I’m not sure how I would have managed without Mr Jessop’s help this past year.’

‘I’ve been only too pleased to be of service, Pandora,’ the gentleman assured her warmly. ‘And I was anxious this morning to inform you that I have received, in my opinion, a more-than-generous offer for this house.’

‘Really?’ Pandora brightened. ‘That is gratifying news.’

‘Indeed.’ Anthony Jessop bowed. ‘I have brought the necessary papers for you to sign if you find the offer acceptable?’ He turned to unfasten the leather briefcase he had placed upon one of the small tables that stood either end of the sofa, before removing those papers. Pandora took them eagerly. ‘This is truly—’ ‘Interesting,’ Rupert spoke softly. ‘And surprising that you should have received an offer for this house within only days of Pandora informing you of her wish to sell it.’ He easily plucked the papers from her fingers before glancing down at them.

Pandora eyed him with annoyance. ‘I’m sure there’s no reason for you to bother yourself with any of this, Rupert—’

‘I see that the offer is being made by a gentleman by the name of Michael Jessop.’ Rupert chose to ignore Pandora’s indignation at his high-handedness as he quirked a brow at the other man. ‘A relative of yours, perhaps?’ ‘My uncle.’ Anthony Jessop looked slightly uncomfortable under that critical gaze. ‘He owns several properties in London.’

‘Indeed?’ Rupert drawled. ‘Then one wonders why it is that he should require another.’

‘Rupert, I really don’t think—’

‘Perhaps you might ring and ask Bentley for some tea, Pandora?’ he suggested lightly. ‘We will no doubt be some time discussing this and I am sure Mr Jessop would welcome refreshment.’

At that moment Pandora’s only wish was that she might strike Rupert Stirling on his infuriatingly aristocratic nose! How dare he just take over the conversation and the offer received for this house, as if Pandora were already his wife and of no more consequence in matters of business than—than a fly upon the wall? It was beyond arrogant. Beyond enduring after being treated in that same way during her marriage to Barnaby!

‘You are perfectly correct, Rupert, in assuming that Mr Jessop and I will no doubt be some time discussing this matter. As such, we really must not detain you any longer from dealing with your own, no doubt urgent, affairs.’ She gave him an insincere—and dismissive—smile.

A dismissal he totally ignored. ‘As I have already informed you, Pandora, I’ve already seen to my own business affairs this morning, and am now more than happy to help you deal with yours.’ He turned to smile at the lawyer. ‘Would you care for tea, Mr Jessop?’

The other man looked more than a little flustered at the other man’s invitation in what was, after all, still Pandora’s home. ‘I would not wish to intrude upon your time, if you and her Grace have other, more urgent matters, to attend to?’

‘We do not—’

‘Capital!’ Rupert thanked the younger man with what was so obviously insincere heartiness. ‘As it happens, Pandora and I do have other things to talk of and decide upon this morning. In fact, we were just about to discuss the arrangements for our wedding when you arrived.’

Pandora gave a shocked gasp even as she felt the colour draining from her face. ‘I—But—’ She broke off any attempt at making a sensible a reply, too stunned by Rupert’s announcement, to think let alone speak coherently at this moment.

Rupert gave a hard smile of satisfaction as he placed his arm possessively about Pandora’s waist to pull her against his side. ‘There is no reason to be coy in front of Mr Jessop, Pandora, when, as you say, he has been such a good friend to you this past year.’ He turned to the older man. ‘The bishop has this very morning granted us a special marriage licence. I have also spoken with the vicar at St George’s, Hanover Square, and he is more than happy to perform the marriage ceremony later today. Perhaps, if Mr Jessop is available later this afternoon, he might care to attend our wedding?’

Chapter Thirteen

‘—Cannot believe your insufferable arrogance, your sheer high-handedness in daring to so much as approach the bishop regarding a special marriage licence for us when I could not have so much as received a marriage proposal from you at the time, let alone accepted it! And then to also call upon the vicar at St George’s in Hanover Square with the intention of the wedding taking place this very afternoon, and inviting Mr Jessop to the ceremony, without discussing the matter with me first—’

Rupert had been lounging in an armchair listening for some minutes now to a similar tirade from Pandora as she paced up and down the blue salon, ever since Anthony Jessop had quite wisely made his excuses, gathered up his papers and beaten a hasty retreat, in fact.

That she had to be running out of steam some time soon called, Rupert supposed, for some sort of response on his part. ‘Magnificent as you are when you’re angry, Pandora, is it not perhaps time for you to stop and draw breath?’

‘—is beyond what I might have expected even from you—’ She broke off as his words obviously penetrated the veil of anger, those violet-coloured eyes wide as she came to a halt in front of him. ‘What did you say?’ She stared at him incredulously.

He gave an unconcerned shrug. ‘You were starting to repeat yourself, pet.’

‘Of course I was starting to repeat myself—’

‘And now you are starting to repeat my own remarks—’

‘Oooh, has there ever before been a gentleman as infuriating as you?’ Two bright wings of colour heightened her cheeks as she really did look as if she might stamp her slippered little foot this time.

‘Obviously you don’t believe so,’ he conceded blandly.

Pandora drew in a sharp breath. ‘Did it even occur to you that I might not wish to marry again?’

‘I believe the events of last night made that decision for you. Unless rumour is correct—’ Rupert quirked an arrogant brow ‘—and you are in the habit of staying in the homes and bedchambers, and making love with gentlemen of the ton, whom you have no intention of marrying?’

Pandora, having been about to deliver another set-down, instead clamped her lips together in mutinous silence. How dare he? How could he …? Ridiculous questions both, Pandora acknowledged frustratedly, when she was already aware that Rupert Stirling dared, could and did do anything he pleased, and that he had done so from the moment the two of them first met.

But to be informed that the business which had taken Rupert from Stratton House this morning was to collect their special marriage licence from the bishop, a marriage licence he must have requested only the day after meeting her at Sophia’s ball, before going to St George’s and speaking to the vicar there, and then having the audacity to ask the obviously stunned Anthony Jessop if he would care to attend their wedding, was surely beyond that she might have expected even from Rupert ‘Devil’ Stirling!

‘How are your burns this morning, Pandora?’

‘Another application this morning of your cook’s salve has made them almost disappear,’ she admitted. ‘And please don’t attempt to change the subject, Rupert, when I am still so angry with you.’

His mind put to rest regarding the comfort of her burns, Rupert decided to answer her. ‘I decided the first night I met you that a marriage between us would be beneficial to both of us and nothing has happened since to change my mind—’

You decided? Your arrogance is—’

‘Yes, yes, so you have said,’ Rupert dismissed wearily. ‘Obviously I would have preferred to discuss the matter with you before going out this morning, but you were sleeping so peacefully when I looked in on you earlier, and after your … disturbed night, I believed it better to leave you that way.’

The fire in Pandora’s bedchamber had been very disturbing. The time she and Rupert had spent together in his bedchamber had been even more so, but in a totally different way. Which was the reason Pandora had remained sleepless for some time after Rupert had left her the night before, resulting in her sleeping in late this morning.

She had never dreamed—not realized—

‘I’m sure you must agree, Pandora, that after … our closeness last night, our marriage has now become something of a fait accompli?’

‘I do not agree.’ She frowned. ‘Admittedly things became a little … emotionally charged, between us last night …’ her cheeks burned at the memory ‘… but I don’t believe it reason enough for you to have just assumed I had accepted your marriage proposal.’

‘No?’

‘No!’

He raised haughty brows. ‘Then perhaps you would care to explain why it happened then?’

‘Because you’re an accomplished lover, perhaps?’ Pandora acknowledged huskily.

‘As you are a responsive one …’

‘Which, I suppose, is only to be expected after all the years you have spent—oh, I do beg your pardon?’ She turned her stricken gaze on him, apprehension in those violet-coloured eyes.

Rupert frowned slightly as he went towards her and she appeared to flinch at his approach. He came to a halt several feet away from her. ‘My comment was not meant as a criticism, Pandora,’ he said sincerely.

She blinked. ‘It wasn’t?’

He slowly shook his head. ‘On the contrary, I consider myself to be the luckiest of men to have been blessed with a wife whose depth of passion so matches my own.’

Her throat moved as she swallowed. ‘I’m not your wife yet.’

‘A matter of a few hours only.’ He gave a dismissive wave of his hand.

Pandora looked up at him quizzically. ‘You are sure marriage to me is what you truly want?’

‘Yes.’

Nothing else, Pandora noted dazedly, just that unequivocal confirmation. ‘Have you forgotten that an unknown person, for reasons equally unknown, appears to wish me harm? And there is also my reputation to consider.’

‘I have forgotten nothing, Pandora,’ he assured grimly. ‘In the first instance you will be safer with me at Stratton House than here, or somewhere equally as exposed in the country.

In the second, your reputation, as you put it, is exactly that, hearsay and conjecture. It’s my sincere hope that you will one day trust me enough to tell me the truth of that situation.’

The apprehension in her eyes deepened. ‘And what makes you think that what society chooses to say of me is not the truth?’

How did Rupert know that? Perhaps because he had come to know Pandora so much better these past few days. Enough to know she was not the selfish adulteress society would have her. Her heart was good and true, in her friendships with Sophia Rowlands and Genevieve Forster, the group of misfits she had hired as her household staff, and even including her dealings with him.

No, if Pandora truly was guilty of being unfaithful to her husband, then Rupert could only conclude that she had been driven to it by that husband. How or why, he did not know as yet, but it was to be hoped that the investigation Benedict Lucas was even now putting in motion, concerning the names of the people who had visited or stayed with Barnaby Maybury at Highbury House in the years before his death, might provide Rupert with the answers to that question and others.

‘It is not,’ he dismissed firmly. ‘And have you forgotten that I confided in you my own reasons for marrying?’

Of course Pandora hadn’t forgotten that Rupert’s reason for marrying was to rid himself of his father’s widow once and for all, rather than any genuine feelings for Pandora herself; a truth that could not be denied when he had applied for a special marriage licence after knowing her for only a few hours and confirming that he had not offered for Pandora because he loved her or wanted her specifically as his wife, but because he believed her situation in life to be such that she could not refuse him.

And he was right, of course …

Pandora’s flight from Stratton House earlier today, all her frantic efforts at packing since her return home, had all been in an effort to deny that which she knew to be inevitable, undeniable: she felt safe with Rupert and had absolutely no doubt that he would protect her, both from society, and whatever danger now stalked her in the night.

That he could not protect her from her own emotions, from the knowledge that she was falling in love with him, was not his fault but her own.

She had thought long and hard after Rupert had retired to his dressing room the night before, at first in complete wonder at the physical delights he had introduced her to, along with those feelings of awkwardness at her own wanton response—a response Rupert had now assured her that he thoroughly appreciated rather than abhorred. But following that, once she had been able to see past her loss of control in his arms, had come the knowledge of why she had behaved in that way.

She was falling in love with him.

If she had not already done so …

He was, she now appreciated, everything that a woman most desired in the man she married: handsome, strong, protective of those he considered his own, a considerate and passionate lover, and, on top of all those things, he was also wealthy beyond imagining and in possession of the title of Duke.

As such any woman would be foolish to refuse his offer of marriage, whatever his reason for making it.

Pandora, already more than halfway in love with him, would have to be mad to continue fighting her own inclination to accept him.

Besides which, once the two of them were married, there was always the hope—remote, but still there—that Rupert might one day come to feel a genuine affection for her.

She drew in a deep breath. ‘Very well, Rupert, if you are still set on the idea of marrying me—’

‘I am.’

‘—even knowing the things about me that you do,’ Pandora continued firmly, ‘then I accept your proposal.’

Rupert had no idea of the process of thoughts which had led her to make her decision—nor was he sure he wished to know them—it was only the end result which was important. ‘And the marriage may take place this afternoon?’

She swallowed before speaking. ‘If that is what you wish, yes.’

What Rupert wished was that she did not look quite so much like a sacrificial lamb going to the slaughter! ‘I promise—I hope—that this second marriage will be much happier one for you than your first.’

Pandora smiled uncertainly. ‘At what time are we expected at St George’s?’

Rupert removed his pocket watch to look at the time. ‘We have over an hour before—’

‘An hour?’ Pandora echoed incredulously, her expression now one of panic. ‘But I’m not dressed suitably to attend my own wedding! Nor is there time to invite any of our friends to join us—’

‘I met with Lord Benedict Lucas earlier today and he has already agreed to stand as my own witness, and I am sure that Genevieve Forster would be happy to do the same for you,’ Rupert continued unruffled.

‘What of Sophia?’

He grimaced. ‘I believe there is a battle of wills currently taking place between your friend Sophia and my own friend Dante, and that perhaps we should leave them to … settle the matter between them in private, rather than risk that situation possibly coming to a head at our wedding.’

Pandora looked at him curiously. ‘The Earl is in love with Sophia?’

‘And has been so for more years than I care to think about.’ Rupert nodded.

And Sophia, Pandora knew, had always protested at considering Dante Carfax as anything more than an old friend and peer of her deceased husband’s nephew and heir. Perhaps Sophia might even have protested that a little too vehemently?

‘Very well.’ Pandora nodded briskly. ‘I shall send word to Genevieve immediately.’

‘Despite my invitation earlier, dare I suggest that I would prefer it if Jessop were not present, after all?’ Rupert drawled.

She gave a rueful smile. ‘It would seem, as evidenced by our wedding in an hour’s time, you would dare say anything!’

He shrugged. ‘Is it my fault that I find Mr Jessop an ingratiating little upstart, with possible designs upon you himself?’ A fact which irritated Rupert immensely, to the point he did not seem able to control that irritation whenever the other man presented himself.

Pandora snorted. ‘Now you are being ridiculous.’

‘Am I?’ Rupert murmured softly. ‘The man is far too familiar towards you for my liking.’

She gave a shake of her head. ‘As I have said, he has been of great help to me since—since Barnaby died.’

‘Perhaps in the hopes of ingratiating himself into your bed?’

‘Rupert!’

He looked unmoved by her shocked rebuke. ‘I am merely speculating.’

‘Quite incorrectly, I assure you,’ Pandora said primly. ‘Mr Jessop has always behaved the complete gentleman in our dealings together.’

Rupert looked thoughtful. ‘Nevertheless, I must advise that you not sign any documents regarding the sale of this house until I have looked into that situation more fully.’

‘I am sure there is no impropriety there.’

He shrugged. ‘In that case, it doesn’t signify if the matter is delayed for a few days, does it?’

Pandora didn’t have the time to spend on such trivialities as Rupert’s imaginings about the attentive Anthony Jessop, or anything else, when her thoughts had already turned to what she could possibly find in her wardrobe to wear for her wedding in one hour’s time …

‘You may now kiss the bride!’ The vicar beamed at Pandora and Rupert benevolently as their marriage service was concluded without incident.

Rupert turned to his wife, fully appreciative of how lovely she looked in a cream-lace gown and matching bonnet, her mother’s pearls adorning her throat, a bouquet of red roses, provided from the garden of Genevieve Forster, held tightly in her gloved hands as she gazed shyly up at him with those beautiful eyes. ‘Your Grace.’ Rupert sketched her a bow.

‘Your Grace,’ she returned softly.

‘Will you allow me to steal a kiss, Pandora Stirling, Duchess of Stratton?’

She smiled. ‘I don’t believe it is stealing if it is freely given.’

‘And is it?’

‘We are now husband and wife,’ she murmured softly as she raised her lips to his.

Rupert reached up to place a hand either side of her face, gazing down into the depths of those stunning violet eyes before he slowly lowered his head and gently kissed her.

At least, it had been his intention to kiss Pandora gently, before they turned to receive the best wishes of their friends. But that intention fled his mind at the first taste of her delectable lips, and his hands tightened slightly against her cheeks as he ran the tip of his tongue across her lips to part them, before he began to kiss her hungrily.

‘Um-hmm.’

Rupert, lost in the pleasure of kissing Pandora, of kissing the woman who was now his wife, was only vaguely aware of someone clearing their throat noisily.

‘I say, old chap, save that for when the two of you are alone, hmm?’ Benedict muttered in amusement.

Pandora blinked up at Rupert slightly dazedly as he reluctantly ended the kiss, her cheeks blushing a fiery red as she turned to find both their friends watching them with indulgent affection.

Impossible as it was to believe, she was once again a married woman.

Was now the wife of Rupert Stirling, the Duke of Stratton.

A fact that was brought home to her even further as first Genevieve and then Benedict offered their congratulations, although both of them politely refused Rupert’s invitation to dine with them at Stratton House later that evening, Benedict with a definite twinkle in his eye as he slapped his friend warmly on the back, Genevieve choosing to accompany him from the church.

Pandora gazed after the other couple speculatively as they appeared to chat easily together. ‘You don’t suppose …?’

‘I try not to make suppositions about my friends, Pandora,’ Rupert teased.

And Pandora had no more time for speculation as Rupert took a firm hold of her arm and escorted her to their carriage, seeing her safely seated before joining her in what was now the Duke and Duchess of Stratton’s carriage.

It had all happened so quickly that it still seemed unreal to Pandora, a dream from which she might awaken, only to find she was still just Pandora Maybury, the disgraced widow of Barnaby Maybury, rather than Pandora Stirling, the wife and Duchess of the Duke of Stratton.

‘Are you cold?’ Rupert put his arm lightly about her shoulders to draw her into his side as he saw her shiver. ‘Perhaps you’re not as recovered from your ordeal of yesterday as you earlier assured me that you were?’

‘I am quite well, thank you, Rupert.’ She looked up at him uncertainly from beneath thick lashes.

‘Perhaps I should ascertain that to my own satisfaction—and yours, I hope—once we are safely returned to Stratton House?’ he suggested throatily.

Pandora felt the warmth of the blush that now coloured her cheeks. ‘If you think it necessary.’

‘At this moment it feels as necessary to me as breathing!’ His arm tightened about her shoulders as he drew her even closer against him.

‘And I’d certainly not wish to be the reason for your suffering a lack of breath.’ She laughed.

‘If I don’t kiss you very soon, Pandora, that may sadly be the case,’ he said fiercely.

She placed her hand upon his chest as she raised her face to accept his kiss, at once able to feel the way that his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. As was her own!

She was now Rupert’s wife. A much-admired and coveted gentleman, whom any woman of the ton might consider herself truly blessed to call her husband. For all of her initial trepidation in accepting Rupert’s marriage proposal, Pandora knew that she felt a certain pride in his having chosen her to be that woman.

As Rupert continued to kiss her with a passion which held the promise of a repeat of last night’s pleasure, Pandora wondered if she was about to find her very own happy-ever-after, after all, and in the arms of the most unlike-liest of men …

A hope which was dashed only a few minutes later as Rupert, having swept a bemused Pandora up into his arms as she alighted from the carriage, then proceeded to carry her over the threshold of Stratton House the moment the butler held the door open for them to enter.

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