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    Asher was thinking just at that moment that if he closed the curtains, would she put up much of a fight, and upon closing the curtains, would she allow him to kiss her as he so wanted. Her scent wafted to him as she turned her head, clean, pure smelling womanly and seductive while he studied her beneath hooded eyes, seduction upon his mind. The woman really was too beautiful for her own good. He wondered if she was a virgin and if not, how many lovers had she before him. But the thought of her in another man’s arms nearly enraged him and Asher had to get himself under control, even though he didn’t know how he would. He had never reacted so to a woman and he blamed it upon his self-imposed celibacy and the enclosed quarters they would now keep for the next thirty six or so hours. “It shall take close to two days to travel to their estate, Ms. Angel,” he said, enjoying, once again the roll of her name upon his tongue.
    “ I only pray that we shall arrive before it is time,” Angel commented, feeling as if the space between them was too small, even though the carriage was large, comfortable and well sprung.
    “ No, matter, ships arrive late,” he said, and this Asher was nice, attentive and cordial. “I am just thankful that you have arrived here, safely, I pray, my lady, that you enjoy your visit to our country.”
Angel felt a shiver of pleasure course through her, when he said, ‘my lady’ she had never been spoken of thus. “I am quite grateful for your attention, sir and I know that I will enjoy my stay, I have recently discovered that I have an aunt in attendance, perhaps you know of her?”
    Asher cocked one thick eyebrow. “Perhaps, what is her name?”
“She is my namesake, and I believe my father has said that she is a lady, married to an earl, her surname is Jacobson.”
    Asher nodded his head. “I know of the Jacobson family but I have not met her, I believe her marriage to him, was recent was it not? They both widowers.”
“Yes, in fact, you are correct, father tells me she lives not far from Hunter and her husband, which I am grateful of, I wish to visit them as soon as I get settled.”
“As you will, my lady.”
Angel smiled slightly. “But you mustn’t call me, ‘lady’ I have no title, sir.”
Asher settled back into his comfortable seat, eyeing her like a tiger eyes his prey; he smiled slightly, flashing his deep dimples and white teeth. “It is a term…of endearment,” he finally said, nearly whispering the last word.
    Angel blushed, again, turning towards the open window and finding herself near speechless. She wanted to ask him to open the window but decided she’d give herself away if she so asked. Instead, she kept her eyes glued on the passing landscape, the many and numerous shops and buildings, trying to gather her wits about her, once more. Deciding that she had no answer for his shocking statement, Angel instead felt as green as possible, and totally naïve, she was not use to any man so blatantly flirting with her and had no idea how to respond, to what she was sure, was gentle teasing.
    Nodding, slightly, she pointed towards a passing building, a large clock upon the top. “Sir, what is that orifice?” She asked.
    “I shall answer only if you call me Asher.”
    Turning sharply, she looked at him, her eyes wide, before once again nodding and then licking her suddenly dry lips, where his eyes dropped. Oh, this man must be the merriest of rakes, Angel thought to herself, men her father had warned her away from during her stay in London. Yet, she could understand why, surely women fell in droves around his booted feet, hoping for a peek of dimple, a flash of clear, cat eyes, the touch of his hand. “Alright…Asher.” And then smiling, she asked. “Well, are you going to tell me what building that was we have long since past?”
    “Our tower, Big Ben, it was built…roughly three hundred years ago,” he started.
    “Three hundred years…my, there is not one