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Caught off balance, Leonora lurched into his lap. Though part of him would have liked to throttle her, another part thrilled to the sensation of her in his arms. In a deft motion that would have done credit to a trained pickpocket, he plucked the spectacles from her nose and the combs from her hair, tossing them onto the table.

“I’ve worked hard for you this week, Miss Freemantle. I think I deserve a reward.”

He hushed her inarticulate sounds of protest with a forceful application of his lips.

She froze in his embrace, her whole body going temporarily slack. Surrendering before his onslaught. Falling open. Inviting him deeper.

Then, with a shift so sudden it robbed him of breath, Leonora pried herself from his arms and slapped him soundly.

“How dare you, Morse Archer!”

The Wedding Wager

Harlequin Historical #563