Caroline sat up straighter in her chair, making her voice resolutely crisp. “I think we must assume that Miss Weatherby will not be amenable to further attentions from you.” Much better, putting another woman in the room with them. Caroline had suspected her plan wouldn’t go smoothly. If Michael hadn’t strewn a lamp across the drawing room of Tallant House, he would no doubt have done something else to complicate his reentry into society. She had counted on unexpected behavior. But she had not prepared for untidy emotion—not his and especially not hers. Caroline had planned to master her foolish fascination, binding it up tight with her common sense, her money, and her wiles. But it was stronger than she had known. Every time Michael’s forest-dark eyes met hers, the old desire struggled and woke. She clamped down on it ruthlessly. “Miss Weatherby may put a flea in her father’s ear about you, and that will not do your financial situation any good.”
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