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Trey bent low over the girl, shielding her

from their gaze with his body.

“Laugh,” he said, his face perilously close to hers.

“What?” Her eyes were wide with alarm.

“Laugh.” He whispered the harsh command. “Like the sort of woman who should be out alone with a man at this time of night.”

Still she did not comprehend. Speechless, she just stared at him, her pupils dark with surprise and, if he was any judge, with sudden want.

So Trey did what he must. What some part of him had burned to do since he’d first laid eyes on her. He pulled her hard against him and seared her with his kiss.

An Improper Aristocrat

Harlequin^® Historical