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Nathaniel viewed Betsy Thompson through narrowed lids. ‘You have not been a paid employee for very long, have you?’

A delicate blush coloured those ivory cheeks. ‘What makes you say that, my lord?’

The mere fact that she was daring to question him like this was reason enough! ‘You do not appear to know your place.’

Those blue eyes sparkled with what he knew without doubt to be a fierce temper. ‘My place, my lord?’

Had he ever had another conversation like this one? Nathaniel mused ruefully. Somehow he doubted it. ‘I believe it is the usual practice to show a little more respect when addressing one’s elders and betters,’ he drawled with deliberate provocation; after all, the blue of her eyes did look particularly fine when she was in a temper!

Elizabeth fumed silently. As she was really Lady Elizabeth Copeland, the daughter of an earl, he certainly was not her ‘better’. Except she was not Lady Elizabeth Copeland at this moment, was she? And she had no idea if she ever would be again …