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The sound of her voice was beginning to have the oddest effect on him. He wanted too much to hear it. “You don’t have to be,” he began, but she shook her head.

“Ah’m stup-hid.”

“Lily.” He covered the hand she held on his arm. “No. I won’t have that.”

She made a sound—a husky chuckle that shivered all the way through him, turning his brain to mush. Her smile flashed up in the dim lantern light. “Fool-ish,” she amended. “L-Lord Grah-don, you are so g-hood to m-he. Ah’m so gr-ate-ful.”

Gad! he thought, staring down into what he knew was the most riveting countenance he’d behold in his lifetime. Grateful! If she had any idea of what he wanted to do to her at that moment, she’d probably think he was nothing but a perfect swine!