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The dazed look fled Jocelyn Finch’s attractive features. An indignant glare took its place.

Unfortunately, it did nothing to detract from her beauty.

Sir Robert wished it had.

“How dare you?” Mrs. Finch wrenched the glove off her impossibly delicate fingers.

She surged up on the tips of her toes and struck him across the cheek with the glove. For such a small scrap of soft kid leather, it stung like the very devil.

“I demand satisfaction for that vile insult, sir!” she cried. “How dare you sully the reputation of me and my charges with your disgusting accusations?”

Then she struck him dumb by asking, “And, pray, when did the state of holy matrimony become a vice in Nova Scotia?”