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to you. It's perfectly permissible between husband and wife,
    you know."
    "You are not making love to me," she countered very seriously.
    Startled, Julian raised his head to meet her eyes. "I'm not?"
    "Of course not. How could you be making love to me? You do not love me."
    "Call it seduction, then," he retorted. "A man has a right to seduce his own
    wife, surely. I gave you my word not to force myself on you but I never promised
    not to attempt to seduce you." There would be no need to honor the stupid
    agreement, he thought with satisfaction. She showed every sign of responding to
    him already.
    Sophy leaned away from him, a deep anger lighting her turquoise eyes. "As far as
    I am concerned, seduction is but another form of forcing yourself on a woman. It
    is a man's way of concealing the truth of his motives."
    Julian was stunned at the vehemence in her voice. "You have had experience of
    it, then?" he countered coldly.
    "The results of a seduction are the same for a woman as the use of force, are
    they not?"
    She scrambled awkwardly off his thighs, the wool skirts of her traveling dress
    twisting awkwardly around her in the process. The broken feather in her bonnet
    drooped further until it hung over one wary eye. She reached up and snatched it
    out of the way, leaving a broken feather shaft behind.
    Julian shot out his hand and snagged her wrist. "Answer me, Sophy. Have you had
    experience of seduction?"
    "It is a little late to ask me now, is it not? You ought to have made your
    inquiries into the matter before you offered for me."
    And he knew quite suddenly that she had never lain in a man's arms. He could see
    the answer he wanted in her eyes. But he felt compelled to make her admit the
    truth. She had to learn that he would tolerate no evasions, half-truths, or any
    of the myriad other shapes a woman's lies could take.
    "You will answer me, Sophy."
    "If I do, will you answer all my questions about your past amours?"
    "Of course not."
    "Oh, you are so grossly unfair, my lord."
    "I am your husband."
    "And that gives you a right to be unfair?"
    "It gives me a right and a duty to do what is best for you. Discussing my past
    liaisons with you would serve no good purpose and we both know it."
    "I am not so certain. I think it would provide me with greater insight into your
    character."
    He gave a crack of laughter at that. "I think you have enough insight as it is.
    Too much at times. Now tell me about your experience with the fine art of
    seduction, Sophy. Did some country squire attempt to tumble you in the woods?"
    "If he had, what would you do about it?"
    "See that he paid for it," Julian said simply.
    Her mouth fell open. "You would conduct a duel because of a past indiscretion?"
    "We stray from the topic, Sophy." His fingers closed more firmly around her
    wrist. He could feel the small, delicate bones there and took care not to
    tighten his hold too far.
    Her eyes fell away from his. "You need not worry about avenging my lost honor,
    my lord. I assure you I have led an extremely quiet and unexciting existence. A
    somewhat boring existence, to be precise."
    "I rather thought so." He released her hand and relaxed back against the
    cushion. "Now tell me why you equate seduction with force?"
    "This is hardly a proper conversation for us to be conducting," she said in
    muffled tones.
    "I have the impression you and I will have many such improper conversations.
    There are times, my dear, when you are a most improper young woman." He reached
    up and plucked the broken feather shaft from her bonnet.
    She glanced at the shaft with an expression of resignation. "You should have
    considered my improper tendencies before you insisted on offering for me."
    Julian turned the feather shaft between thumb and forefinger. "I did. I decided
    they were all quite manageable. Stop trying to distract me, Sophy. Tell me why
    you fear seduction as much as force."
    "It is a private matter, my lord. I do not speak of it."
    "You will speak of