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Chapter Eight

Robert couldn’t answer immediately; his brain had gone on an unscheduled holiday and left a mindless idiot in charge. He’d almost kissed Louisa. Again. Once was bad enough, but twice was unforgivable. And in a public park for anyone to see.

He forced himself to drag his eyes away from Louisa’s delectable mouth and turned to face the woman who was addressing him.

‘Mrs Knapwell,’ Robert said, his heart growing heavy as he realised who had interrupted them.

‘It’s delightful to see you, Lord Fleetwood, it’s been so long.’

Robert nodded, not able to find his voice.

‘And you’re looking so well.’

He grimaced. He didn’t feel well at all.

‘I don’t think we’ve had the pleasure of being introduced,’ Mrs Knapwell said, turning to Louisa.

‘This is Miss Louisa Turnhill, my ward,’ Robert said stiffly.

‘Your ward?’ It was said with such incredulity that Robert had to suppress a smile. ‘I didn’t realise you had a ward.’