The Wedding Wager. Deborah Hale
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| Автор произведения | Deborah Hale |
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“If we must dawdle in the library, let’s make it for a worthwhile purpose.”
Caught off balance, Leonora lurched into his lap. Though part of him would have liked to throttle her, another part thrilled to the sensation of her in his arms. In a deft motion that would have done credit to a trained pickpocket, he plucked the spectacles from her nose and the combs from her hair, tossing them onto the table.
“I’ve worked hard for you this week, Miss Freemantle. I think I deserve a reward.”
He hushed her inarticulate sounds of protest with a forceful application of his lips.
She froze in his embrace, her whole body going temporarily slack. Surrendering before his onslaught. Falling open. Inviting him deeper.
Then, with a shift so sudden it robbed him of breath, Leonora pried herself from his arms and slapped him soundly.
“How dare you, Morse Archer!”
The Wedding Wager
Harlequin Historical #563
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DEBORAH HALE
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The Wedding Wager #563
For my parents, Ivan and Marion MacDonald,
who taught me so many important lessons, and for my sons, Brendan and Jamie Hale, who picked up where they left off.
Contents
Chapter One
Bramleigh Military Hospital for
Enlisted Men
1812
The whole place smelled of men.
Leonora Freemantle could almost feel her nose twitch and her muscles tense, like a hare or hind scenting predators on the wind. Looking neither left nor right, she strode down the ward behind Matron. As she passed bed after bed of convalescing soldiers, she sensed their covert glances, heard their muttered quips.
“Looks like Matron’s got a new dragon-in-training, lads.”
“D’yer reckon she’s sucking on a lemon?”
“Puts me in mind of me old drill sergeant.”
The derisive snickers dogged Leonora’s footsteps. Thrusting out her chin and stiffening her spine, she fiercely resisted the urge to adjust her spectacles and straighten her bonnet. They might take it as a sign of weakness. Never would she give them the satisfaction of thinking she cared for their opinion in the least.
Still, she could not quench the blistering blush that seared her face. How long had some of these men been without a woman? Yet they still found her laughably unappealing.
At least they were honest about their feelings. One could not say the same for most of their sex. That, Leonora had learned from bitter experience.
Matron veered into a small common room, heading straight for a clutch of men crouched in one corner. Leonora heard the muted click of dice tumbling along the hardwood floor. A shout went up, followed by a flurry of muttered curses.
“Knicked-it again, Archer!” cried one of the spectators in tones of grudging admiration. “Damned if you ain’t the luckiest elbow-shaker I’ve ever seen.”
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