At least she’d been kissed well.There was that.Dratted man! How dare he ruin her for every other man! Because that was what Jack did. He ruined things, shattered fragile china into a million sharp pieces then stomped his shiny Hessians right over them just to be sure there was nothing left but dust.She saw the promise in his eyes, had known it was coming, his offer for courtship. After all, that was the logical step to take between them. They might be the youngest of the six, but they’d always been forced to stick together, while everyone else fought.They stole brandy from the pantry.Cheroots from the study.And yes, at one point, lit Jack on fire. But the man had panicked! Therefore she had panicked.“I believe,” came Jackson’s deep voice. “That you set me on fire, near that very tree.” He pointed to the tree near the maze.She straightened her shoulders, ready for another all out war that would leave her exhausted. “Yes well, I had no idea the fire would leap from the ground to your short sleeves.
