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Lillian whirled around to find a man in shirtsleeves standing beneath the willow. A groundskeeper or stable master. She turned away without speaking.

A chuckle caused a chill to shiver up her spine. “Miss Lillian, is it not?”

“Miss O’Rourke,” she corrected.

The man came around the bench and gave her an impudent smile. She felt breathless and nervous. He’d been eavesdropping.

“Well, Miss O’Rourke, you are to become a duchess. What good fortune.”

She tilted her nose upward, feigning indifference.

“You can speak to me. I promise I do not bite.”

She glanced at him again and noted he had an expensive jacket slung over one arm. Not a gardener. But more unsettling than she’d thought. No, he did not look suitable at all. He looked like the sort of man who would ruin a woman….

Unlacing Lilly

Harlequin^®Historical