Motton must have been startled by her sudden movement, because he loosened his grip. That was all she needed. She’d learned early, playing with John and Stephen, to take any opening she was given. In a flash, she’d twisted her wrist and broken free. She fell to her hands and knees to peer under the loveseat, looking for the errant organ. The Widmores’ regular servants apparently were not much better than the temporary ones—the dust under the loveseat was easily an inch thick. Jane sneezed. “What are you doing?” Lord Motton sounded extremely annoyed. Jane spared him a glance. He looked extremely annoyed, too. “I’m searching for something.” “What?” She grinned at him. “Pan’s penis, if you must know.” “What?” “Wait a minute.” Her fingers brushed over something long and hard. “I think I’ve got it.” Motton stared at Miss Parker-Roth’s delectable derrière. Had she just said she was searching for a…penis? His personal penis jumped at the thought.
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