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RESIGNED, DARCY SAT at her desk and switched on her computer.

She typed in her password to open her electronic mailbox so she could read Olivia’s instructions. It was galling, really, to be expected to fetch and carry for Sloan English, as if she were the lowest scullery maid.

“I am my brother’s keeper,” she grumbled to herself. “My stepbrother’s keeper.”

Then she read her list of new mail and blinked in astonishment. There was a message from him—the dreaded stepbrother-to-be.

SUBJECT: All in the Family

From: SloanJEnglish@PetroCorp.com

To: DesignByDarcy@USAserve.com

Dear Darcy Parker:

My father is a good man, but he sired a fool. Your mother is obviously an extraordinary woman; she raised a daughter who is lovely, cool-headed and kind.

I brought only anger and sickness to your door. In return, you gave me compassion. I was intolerable, but you tolerated me; I was insufferable, yet you suffered me.

From the bottom of my heart, I apologize. And for the way you received my folly and gave me only good in return, I can but sincerely echo Shakespeare’s words, “Thanks, and thanks and ever thanks.”

Sincerely yours,

Sloan English

P.S. Can you forgive me? We may, after all, become family. If so, I would do all in my power to make it a happy one.

P.S. 2 Tell the bookworm, “Hello.” Right now I feel like a worm myself, although a lower form…

“Oh, damn!” Darcy whispered in frustration. He sounded…decent. He sounded reasonable. And he sounded sincerely repentant. How much easier it would be if he remained a toad and didn’t turn into a prince.