A Midsummer's Kiss (Farthingale Series Book 4) - Plot & Excerpts
LAUREL WAS CERTAIN she’d misunderstood, for no man in his right mind would ask such a thing of the very girl who’d almost cut short his existence. She shook her head and laughed lightly. “Ah, I suppose I deserved that jest. Well done, sir. Marry me? For a moment, you had me believing you were serious.” His gaze never left her face. Oh, dear. He wasn’t smiling. “We’ll be wed by Midsummer’s Day.” “What?” she repeated, a numbing cold slowly spreading throughout her body despite the warmth of the day. She clasped her trembling hands and rested them on her lap in a useless attempt to keep them from shaking. At the same time, she let out a nervous titter that sounded remarkably like two squirrels scrambling after the same acorn. She never realized her throat had the ability to make such an inane sound. “Well done again, sir. By Midsummer?” Titter, titter. “Why, that’s merely a month away.” She made those hideous squirrel sounds again.
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