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Meg contented herself with the fiercest glare she could manage. “At the risk of repeating myself, Mr. Parker-Roth—go away!”

“And at the risk of repeating myself, Miss Peterson, no. I am not leaving you alone in this garden.”

She really, really would like to kick him.

“Sir, you are not my keeper—”

“Bloody hell, woman.” Mr. Parker-Roth transferred his grip to her shoulders. “Someone needs to be your damn keeper and I don’t see a blasted queue forming for that honor.”

“I do not need a kee—mpht.”

The annoying man had covered her mouth with his own.