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Richard wore only his nightshirt, rumpled and loose, and yet somehow revealing far more than his usual dress did—because beneath all that snowy linen he was…naked.

The darker shadows beneath the fabric, the way the linen draped over his body, left no doubt, and Jane’s cheeks flamed at the realisation.

Hastily she looked back up to the safer territory of his face. Or perhaps it wasn’t. In all the time she’d been in His Grace’s employment she’d never seen him this dishevelled, his hair loose around his face and his jaw roughened with a growth of darker beard, his whole expression without its usual reserve and control. It was unsettling, seeing him without his guard like this, and it made him less like His Grace and more simply like any other man.

A large, scarcely dressed, and surprisingly handsome man that she’d just summoned from his bed.

Heavens preserve her—what had she done?