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Jamil nodded his dismissal and turned towards Lady Cassandra’s tent. Over the last few days he had constructed his own mental image of his daughter’s new governess—that of a rather frumpy, slightly forbidding bluestocking, austere and businesslike. He hoped he would not be disappointed.

He pulled back the door curtain of the tent and stepped through into the main room. The vision which greeted him was so far from the one he had imagined that Jamil stopped in his tracks.

Her long hair, a dark golden colour with fiery tints, rippled over the cushions. Her face had all the classical proportions of beauty, but it was not that which made her beautiful. It was the way her mouth curved naturally upwards. It was the hint of upturn on her nose which made it not quite perfect. And it was her curves.

A sharp pang of desire jagged through him. This woman had the type of beauty which turned heads. The type of beauty which inevitably spelled trouble.