My Dashing Duke by Tammy Andresen & Annabelle Anders

Author:Tammy Andresen & Annabelle Anders
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2020-10-04T21:00:00+00:00

NOELLE CRACKED the egg and dropped it into the bowl of treacle, not as mindful as she usually was when she cooked. All night long, and from the moment she woke up, her emotions had shifted from excitement and contentment to the feeling that she was about to make a horrible mistake.

She stirred the thick, gooey mixture and added brown sugar, and then ginger and allspice. He’d called her his sweet and a confection. He’d listened to her story and even lain in the snow to make an angel beside her.

She swallowed hard.

He’d touched her…there! Noelle blinked and stared at the spices. Had she added ginger yet? She reached for it and added a healthy pinch. And allspice. She picked up the small bowl with coriander and caraway seeds and began crushing them together.

All the while he’d been touching her, he’d murmured soothing words, compliments and encouragement into her ear. He’d kissed her sweetly. He’d held her. He’d comforted her.

How could a girl not succumb to some sort of emotion after all of that?

Trouble was that he hadn’t seemed nearly as overwhelmed with emotion as she had been. This was probably because it had not been new to him. Likely, he’d done the same with hundreds of women. Thousands! Noelle twisted the pestle with such force that the mortar slipped out of her hand and tipped over.

“Good gravy!” She chastised herself while brushing the ground spice off the edge into her hand and back into the bowl.

Now, where was she?

The problem was, she surmised, after experiencing such intense pleasure and emotion, she found it difficult to believe that she wouldn’t become…attached to him. Not just in a friendly way, but in a romantic way.

Noelle pinched in some clove and some ground mace and then frowned. Had she added ginger?

In case she’d forgotten, she dug out a heaping spoonful and tipped it in. One more spoonful wouldn’t hurt. The ginger flavor was her favorite.

Unable to help herself, she dipped her finger into the mixture to taste. He’d said what they’d done was just the beginning. If she was feeling this way now, how was she going to feel after he made love to her in truth? And wouldn’t a person feel some attachment to a certain gentleman when she grew his child in her belly?

“Are you eating the batter again?” Eve peaked over her shoulder. “It’ll make you sick.”

Noelle licked her lips. It tasted lovely, exactly as she liked it. “Hand me the flour, will you?”

Eve lifted the bin down from an overhead cupboard and slid it across Noelle’s workspace. “You were quiet when you returned last night. Are you having second thoughts?”

“No,” She wasn’t. Not really. She scooped flour into her mixture. “Perhaps.” She looked over at her sister, needing advice now. “When you came out for your season, did you ever have… feelings for a man?”

Eve froze. “What makes you ask that?”

Noelle squinted her eyes as she assessed her sisters drawn features. “Did you let any of your suitors kiss you?”

Eve began moving dishes behind her.

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