He nodded back, as though he could no longer trust his voice. He stood, turning away from her and running a shaky hand through his chestnut hair. Then he was gone, the front door of the shop slamming behind him.
Chapter Five (#ulink_ef83d191-24fc-51a4-9734-5955e9a80e4b)
‘You are sure there will be no difficulty?’ It was the third time Mr Pratchet had asked about the necklace that day.
For the third time, Margot answered with a quelling glance and a single word. ‘None.’
‘Perhaps it would be better if you allowed me...’
‘No. I have spoken to Lord Fanworth. The matter is settled.’ She ignored the leap her insides gave when she thought of the marquess. Pratchet had been right all along. It had all been nothing more than an elaborate seduction.
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