Grey, the boy who loved cards. It was unnerving to find her so damned attractive even when she dressed as a man, but there was a reason why women did not wear trousers. The pants cupped her curves, her rounded hips, and delicious bottom. He’d nearly swallowed his own tongue while helping her up into the carriage. Not only that, but he could certainly see how long those legs were in those trousers. Though partly hidden in a pair of dirty boots, Roe could still tell they were heavenly long and shapely. She had obviously bound her breasts, as there was no hint she had anything but a flat chest. Her lovely hair was stuffed into a hat so that only the fringe at the front showed. It hung over her eyes just enough to hide her long curling lashes. The smudges on her cheeks, nose, and fingers finished the look, making her appear like a dirty chimney sweep. She looked adorable. He wanted her, there was no denying that, but he knew he couldn’t have her. One touch and he’d ruin her, then he’d have to marry her; he wouldn’t be a complete cad.
