In Bed with the Duke by Annie Burrows Page A

half the reason she was suddenly so cross with him again was because she was ashamed of appearing clingy and weepy. Right after vowing she wasn’t going to rely so totally on him.
    â€˜Of course I’m grateful for everything you’ve done,’ she said. ‘But that doesn’t give you the right to...to...dictate to me.’
    â€˜Is that what I was doing? I rather thought,’ he said loftily, ‘I was making helpful decisions which would keep you from plunging into further disaster.’
    â€˜Oh, did you indeed?’
    All of a sudden his manner altered.
    â€˜No, actually, I didn’t,’ he said, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. ‘You are quite correct. I was being dictatorial.’
    â€˜What?’
    â€˜Ah. That took the wind out of your sails,’ he said with a—yes—with a positive smile on his face. ‘But, you see, I am rather used to everyone doing as I say without question. You are the first person in a very long while to argue with me.’
    â€˜Then I expect I will do you a great deal of good,’ she retorted.
    â€˜I shouldn’t be a bit surprised,’ he replied amiably. ‘Just as being in my company will be an improving experience for you . Because you,’ he said, taking her chin between his long, supple fingers, ‘are clearly used to having your every whim indulged.’
    â€˜I am not ,’ she objected, flinching away from a touch that she found far too familiar. And far too pleasant.
    â€˜You behave as though you have been indulged all your life,’ he countered. ‘Pampered. Spoiled.’
    â€˜That is so very far from true that...’ She floundered to a halt. ‘Actually, when my parents were alive they did cosset me. And Papa’s men treated me like a little princess. Which was what made it such a dreadful shock when Aunt Charity started treating me as though I was an unwelcome and rather embarrassing affliction.’
    Just as Gregory had done when she had rushed up to him and hugged him. That was one of the reasons it had hurt so much. He’d made her feel just as she had when she’d first gone to live with Aunt Charity, when everything she’d done had been wrong. She’d already been devastated by having lost her mother, being parted from her father, and then being spurned by both grandfathers. But instead of receiving any comfort from Aunt Charity she’d been informed that she had the manners of a hoyden, which she’d no doubt inherited from her morally bankrupt father.
    â€˜I suppose it must have been.’
    They stood in silence for a short while, as though equally surprised by her confession. And equally bewildered as to how to proceed now they’d stopped quarrelling.
    â€˜Look,’ said Prudence, eventually, ‘I can see how difficult you are finding the prospect of parting with your watch.’
    â€˜You have no idea,’ he said grimly.
    â€˜Well, then, let us consider other options.’
    â€˜You really believe we have any?’
    â€˜There are always other options. For example, do we really need to redeem your horse? I mean, how far is it, exactly, to your aunt’s house?’
    â€˜Exactly?’ He frowned. ‘I couldn’t say.’
    â€˜Guess, then,’ she snapped, barely managing to stop herself from stamping her foot. ‘One day’s march? Two?’
    â€˜What are you suggesting? Marching? ’
    â€˜I don’t see why not. We are both young—relatively young,’ she added, glancing at him in what she hoped was a scathing way. ‘And healthy.’ He most certainly was. She’d never seen so many muscles on a man. Well, she’d never seen so much of a man’s muscles, to be honest, but that wasn’t the point. ‘And the weather is fine.’
    He placed his hands on his hips and gave her back a look which told her he could rise to any challenge she set. And trump