A LADY FOR A DUKE
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The Duke was standing in the middle of the room, his hands in his pockets, his head tilted to one side. It was a relaxed, casual pose, and yet the way he looked at her was anything but casual. The deep midnight of his eyes burned and he radiated a subtle, sensual energy that made the air around him crackle.
He looked like a man whoād never heard the word ānoā in all his life. Unluckily for him, ānoā was the only word she had.
āThere's no reason why I should stay,ā Anna clasped her shaking hands together in an effort to still them. āIām not marrying you.ā
His gaze flickered, his mouth curving slightly, and she had the disturbing thought that far from putting him off, her insistence was only inciting him further.
āBut you havenāt heard my proposal yet,ā he said mildly. āIsnāt that why youāre here?ā
āI donāt need to hear it. I already know that my answer will be no.ā
āOf course. But you can hardly tell your father that you heard me out when you havenāt, in fact, heard me outā¦. Anna.ā