This was dangerous, and she knew it.This is a work of fiction.

Grant me one afternoon to change your mind.”Ī wave of tingles ran down her and congregated in her abdomen at his smile. “Spend the rest of the party in my company, Lady Sarah. She wanted to reach out and run her hand across his strong jaw, feel his lips pressed against hers, discover what it felt like to be in his arms. Her mind screamed no, but her heart and soul begged for him. She glanced at him, unsure how to respond. Let us discover if there might be something real between us.”

“I would like the chance to make this right. She glanced down at the path they had just walked. His fingers left a tingling trail in their wake, and something inside Sarah began to crumble. I shall not deny it, but nor is it the reason I continue to pursue you.” He reached up and brushed a curl that had escaped her bonnet away from her cheek. It is the very reason I began looking for one. “It is true that I will not inherit the duchy without a proper society wife. She plucked at her satin skirts as the heat climbed back into her face. You’re a fascinating and attractive woman.” “I have come to care for you, admire you, even. “Do tell.” She lowered her fan to her lap, its ribbons trailing in the breeze, and locked her gaze with his. But there is more to it than just my need of a respectable wife.” I do not wish to linger here over long.” He flashed a toe-curling grin just before she glanced away. She needed to take control of the situation before it swept her away. Her face flamed though she could not credit it to the heat of the atmosphere. She stared fixedly at the hedge in front of her. The fresh spring scents of foliage and flowers took on a heady intensity. Lord Luvington positioned himself on the bench a smidgen closer than was proper, angling himself so that he faced her. She rested one hand on her lap and waved her fan with the other. The stone’s cool exterior seeped through her skirts, a welcome contrast to the warmth radiating through her. Though I cannot imagine what you might say to change things.” Sarah hesitated for a moment, reluctant to release her grip on him before she lowered herself onto the bench. “Shall we sit for a moment? I wish to explain.” He pressed his arm against her hand then loosened it again. Sarah pushed out a sigh as Lord Luvington lead her toward a stone bench nestled among the lush green hedge.

Scandalous Endeavors by Amanda Mariel