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NO OTHER MAN

Her heart nearly pounded out of her chest. She could not believe he was bold enough to speak to her of so delicate a matter. Then it suddenly occurred to her that in a day’s time she would belong to this man. He would have the right to possess her body. The very thought stole her breath. “If I’m to be your wife,” she said, drawing in a deep breath, “I shall belong to you in every way.”

“I shouldn’t like for you to close your eyes and pretend I’m someone else, Fiona.”

She trembled. He had called her by her first name—a gesture she found as intimate as a kiss. Just as intimate was his allusion to closing her eyes . . . closing her eyes while they made love. “There is no other man, Mr. Birmingham.”

“Nick,” he growled. “You’re to call me Nick.”