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She lifted her chin and pinned a teasing smile to her lips.

‘Shall we gallop ventre à terre in the other direction?’

Once more a corner of his mouth twitched with the hint of a smile. ‘Now, that really would be rude.’

Hope bubbled in her veins. Was the distance between them closing? This barrier meant for others and not for her?

‘Do we care? Being of the ducal sort?’

His eyes flashed amusement. ‘Behave, madam.’

Thrills chased through her stomach. He’d used that deep seductive growl the night they’d made love. Her insides softened, liquefied. Longing filled her. For him. For his touch. For the way he had made her feel.

‘I will behave if you will,’ she quipped. He had intended to arouse, she was sure of it. The man did nothing without purpose.