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‘I have tried to be sensible for both our sakes,’ Richard said. ‘I may be killed…anything could happen…’

He reached out for her, his hands taking her by the arms. For a moment he stared at her, his face working as he tried to suppress his feelings. He was in no position to form an attachment! He groaned, lowering his head to kiss her.

As his mouth covered hers in a hungry, demanding kiss, Georgie shivered, resisting for one moment before melting against him.

He drew back, looking down at her. ‘I am not made of ice, Georgie, though you may think it. Seeing you dressed as a youth…being with you in that carriage…I have wanted to do this for so long. Wanted more! You must know that I am deeply attracted to you?’

‘Richard…you seemed to shut me out…’ Georgie’s head was spinning because everything had changed so suddenly.

‘And I should. I must,’ he said, releasing her, his face twisting with emotion. ‘I had no right to kiss you like that, Georgie. I am not free. There are things I must do—things I have done—that make this impossible. I want you, desire you as any normal man would, but I cannot ask you to be my wife.’