The Courtesan's Book of Secrets
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To her dismay, he climbed in and settled across from her, his knee tapping hers as the vehicle rocked into motion. She jerked away from him, tucking herself as far as she could into the corner. Rafe said nothing, but the rhythm of his breathing punctuated the steady clop of hooves on the cobblestones.
He sat with his long body curved to keep from hitting his head on the low ceiling and she smiled to herself. The world was not accommodating for a man of his height.
‘Do you still have your duelling pistols?’ she asked, more afraid of her own thoughts than Rafe’s overwhelming presence.
He picked at a spot on his breeches. ‘Alas, no.’
‘Pawned?’
‘But Edgemont needn’t know that.’ He flashed a wide smile, as if all the cares of the world never troubled him. It warmed some of the cold creeping through her. If only she could be so optimistic in the face of adversity. It was his gift, the light which had first drawn her to him, the thing she’d missed the most after she’d married the Comte.
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