" You are far more bloodthirsty than I ever would have guessed.”
“And more hardy, I hope?”
“Definitely.”
Her eyes sparkled at him. “Does this mean you’ll make me an honorary Duke’s Man, after all?”
“Certainly not,” he said in a falsely stern voice. When she lifted an eyebrow at him, he swept his gaze down her and grinned. “There is nothing remotely manly about you, sweeting. So you’ll have to be an honorary Duke’s Lady.”
She beamed at him. “I’m going to remind you of that when I ask you to teach me how to shoot.”
His grin faltered. “Teach you to what?” he said as she headed back to Nancy’s room. “Have you gone mad?”
Her laughter wafted back to him as she closed the door, and he realized with relief that she was joking.
Or was she?
Good God. As a wife, Jane was clearly going to be a joy and a trial, a blessing and a curse. Once they married, she was going to throw all his plans into disarray, and all his careful control right out the window.
He smiled. He couldn’t wait to begin. "

― Sabrina Jeffries , If the Viscount Falls (The Duke's Men, #4)