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The steady thump pounded louder, faster, and a low groan sounded deep in his throat. She smiled at how easily his body responded to her nearness.

Men thought themselves superior to women. Yet in the bedchamber, if a woman was of a mind, she could reduce a haughty baron to a mere male with the paltry weapon of a rightly placed hip.

Ardith was of a mind.

She looked up into Gerard’s face, a smile threatening the corners of her mouth. “Mayhap women should be warriors.”

Confusion showed in his eyes. “Ardith, are you feverish?”

Ardith had never learned women’s wiles, didn’t know if she could seduce. If she had any talent at all, now was the time to find out. She lowered her voice and half closed her eyes. “Aye, Gerard. I burn. Come ease my torment.”

His reaction was most gratifying…