A Duke Worth Falling For by Sarah MacLean

Author:Sarah MacLean [MacLean, Sarah]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: 72 Shelton Street

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It was perfect. A little stone tower, complete with arched windows and a rooftop parapet, made to look like a tiny medieval castle out here in the middle of nowhere.

Lilah let out a little gasp of excitement. “Can we go in?”

“Of course. What good would it be otherwise?”

She didn’t need to be told twice. There was nothing inside—the small door led to a staircase, winding around a great central column to the roof. In the doorway, she turned back to Max, still outside, still watching her. “Are you coming?”

He followed as she made her way up the winding stairs, catching up to her when she stilled on the small platform halfway up the tower to look out the tall, narrow opening there, the breeze whispering through the arch, cool and crisp. Atlas was already bounding off into the distance, released from herding humans for a while.

She lifted her camera and took a picture a thousand other people must have taken. She didn’t care. It wasn’t for the world. It was for her.

To bring her back, when it was over.

“The view is better from the top,” Max said, the low rumble curling through her.

He was right.

Coming through the small doorway at the top of the turret, Lilah walked to the edge, nothing in the world able to stop her. Camera in hand, she set her bag down at the base of the tower wall, peeking over, surveying the land. “This is like the greatest tree house ever. Did you play here as a kid?”

“It’s an excellent hiding place, if you are ever looking for one. Visitors never come this far north, and everyone on the estate forgets it exists.”

She shook her head. “England is real wild.”

He laughed. “Americans love a castle.”

“And what’s wrong with that?” she tossed over her shoulder. “I, for one, feel like the heroine in a romance novel,” she said. “Out on the ramparts, watching for soldiers coming home from battle.”

“Mmm,” he said, wrapping an arm around her waist and pressing a kiss at the place where her neck met her shoulder. “I like the idea of coming home from battle to you.”

She turned in his arms as his touch and words warmed her. “Mmm,” she repeated, teasing. “Maybe I’d like to come home from battle to you on the ramparts.”

“Waiting to warm you by the fire?” His tongue swirled against her pulse. “No. We go to war together.”

“Sword in your sheath, blade in my kirtle?” She sighed.

“Sounds proper filthy. Let’s do it.”

She laughed and pulled away from him, finding the sunlight on his face, his eyes bright and warm with pleasure and teasing, and the sound trailed off. “My God, Max. You’re so pretty.”

He dipped his chin at the words, and she loved that she’d embarrassed him.

“Let me take your picture.”

His attention immediately returned to her, his brow furrowed, like he didn’t know what to say.

“I’ll be gentle,” she said with a smile. “You won’t feel a thing.”

He laughed and rubbed a hand back and forth at the back of his neck.

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