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“I shall keep to my own bed after the sham vows are recited, and you shall keep to yours!

“Or anyone else’s bed you fancy, for all I care!”

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” Nicholas demanded, his eyes angry.

Emily propped her fists on her hips. “Well, if you didn’t understand what I said, my lord, perhaps it is you who needs a governess. Since we are to have a loveless union and it is all for outward show, there will be no consummation of it. Do you understand that, sir, or need I make it plainer still?”

For a long moment fraught with tension, Nicholas said absolutely nothing. “I did promise that you could have whatever you wanted,” he at last said softly. “Whether you believe it or not, I am a man of my word. Just be certain you really want what you demand…!”