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Against her white skin Miss Fairmont’s blue eyes were as brilliant as sapphires.

‘Is it beyond your imagination that some actresses might not want a coronet? I am one of them. I answer to the stage, not to any duke.’

‘Come, come,’ he said. ‘You’re indulging in play-acting now.’

Her eyes snapped blue fire. ‘You seem to think being a titled wife is such a prize. Why, I’d rather be a mistress than a wife to an aristocrat like you.’

‘My mistress?’ He raised a brow. ‘At least you’ve made your price clear.’

‘You’re twisting my words,’ she said through pinched lips. ‘I merely mean to say that being a duke’s wife is not what every actress wants.’