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“Except your good name.” It was out before he could stop it, and he knew he had laid himself open to a sharp retort. He was not disappointed.

“That, my lord, was stolen earlier in the day and by someone I should have been able to trust.”

“It was not stolen. It was freely given,” he said, equal to the challenge.

“Lady Fitz said you were a rake, and how right she was,” she said, ignoring the truth of his remark.

“And you are a tease.” He was angry now. He had thought she was in danger from ruffians, had expected gratitude, not this bitter exchange of accusations. Rake, indeed! “If you behave like a demirep, then you must expect to be treated like one.”

Mistress of Madderlea Harlequin Historical #177—