completely inappropriate. She had little doubt that heâd grown up accustomed to sleeping amongst strangers. âThis is ludicrous. You and I are not related. We canât live in the same residence.â
âYouâre a widow, not a maiden. No chaperone is mandatory. Although I assume you have female servants who see to your numerous needs. Let them watch over you if you fear youâll be tempted to come to my bed.â
Olivia gasped with indignation. âYou pompous beast! I would never come to your bed.â
âAnd as I have no interest in coming to yours, I fail to see the problem. Besides, most of my business ventures require my attention at night, so more often than not Iâll be at my club. Nothing untoward will happen.â
Olivia refused to acknowledge the sting of rejection sheâd felt when he admitted he had no interest in her. She didnât want to appeal to him. Still, it was painful to realize a man who no doubt was in the habit of chasing many a skirt had no plans to chase hers. It had wounded her terribly when Lovingdon had never returned to her bed once she was with child. Perhaps men found her unappealing. She supposed she should take comfort in knowing she was safe from Jack Dodger. Instead she felt an overwhelming need to weep.
âI beg of you, for the love of God, let us go.â
He studied her thoughtfully, and she snatched onto her last remnant of hope that this ordeal would end in her favor. If he possessed only a shred of decency, it could be enoughâ
âIâm afraid I canât do that.â
âWhy ever not?â
âI grow weary of repeating myself. Leaving is not in the boyâs best interest and I am his guardian. Now, you may either return to the residence like a proper ladyâby walkingâor over my shoulder. The choice is yours. But the time is now.â
âToss me over your shoulder? As though I was a common doxy? You wouldnât dare.â
âIâve told you before, challenging me will only make me do it.â He reached for herâ
She released a tiny screech, held Henry close, and pushed so hard against the back of the coach she was surprised she didnât break it and find herself tumbling into the boot. âEnough. Youâve made your point. Youâre a tyrant. Iâm perfectly capable of taking myself to the house.â
âA pity.â He shifted on the seat. âIâll carry the boy.â
âIâd rather you didnât.â
For the briefest of moments, it appeared sheâd hurt his feelings. She didnât know how that could even be possible when nothing except animosity existed between them.
âAs you wish, Duchess,â he said, his mocking tone reverberating around them.
âWill you please quit calling me that?â
âItâs appropriate is it not?â
âNot the way you say it.â
âPerhaps you can teach me to say it properly and in exchange I can share with you some improper things,â he said in a low voice that caused her to tingle in places sheâd never tingled. âWeâll discuss the possibilities in the library.â
âI have to read to Henry first. He canât go to sleep without my reading to him.â
âThat sounds like a ploy to put off the inevitable.â
âIâm offended you doubt my words. Still, ask any of the staff. Theyâll confirm that I read to him every night. Not that I should need the staffâs confirmation.â
âI suppose youâre right. I should treat you as an equal.â
âAn equal? Youâre a commoner.â
âI was referring to the fact that weâre both thieves. Although I must admit to being more successful at it. Iâd have not gotten caught.â
âI daresay you overestimate your abilities. At some point you did get caught. I noticed the mark upon your hand.â
âYes, rather unfortunate business that. Lucky for
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