Reflexively the stranger caught her against him as she staggered. Her head spun after having been held down for too long, and her balance went off-kilter. As soon as she was free of the woodwork, Pandora stood too quickly. His touch was gentle but wildly unsettling, sending a warm shiver through her body. “For shame.” The cantankerous old man seemed to be addressing a third party as he remarked, “Caught in the very act, it seems.”īewildered, Pandora felt the stranger prying her out of the settee, one of his hands briefly shielding the side of her face to protect her from scratches. “But I’m still stuck,” Pandora said plaintively. “My lord,” Pandora’s companion called out brusquely, “you misunderstand the situation.” Forcing yourself on a helpless female, and abusing my hospitality during a charity ball!” “Scoundrel! I wouldn’t have expected this even of you. Pandora wasn’t certain what the word meant, but it sounded even worse than “bollocks.” The man leaning over Pandora swore softly beneath his breath. They both froze as a gruff shout came from just outside the summer house. Spurred by the beginnings of alarm, she moved restlessly within the snarls of carved wood. “Yes, but-ouch.” The point of a scroll had scratched her upper arm.
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