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the moment, I have absolutely no interest or intention to do so.’ Which was the truth, and not one he could imagine changing. Was it a life sentence? At this point, Alexander decided the question irrelevant. ‘Does that answer your question?’

      ‘Yes,’ Eloise said, though she looked unconvinced.

      ‘What is it?’

      ‘The thing is, I can’t help but wonder what your family and friends will think of your sudden and dramatic conversion to conjugal bliss, given that you so adamantly do not wish to be married. I expect that this cousin of yours, who stands to inherit all, will be counting the days now, until he lays his hands on a fortune.’

      ‘According to my lawyer, Raymond has been counting the days since Walter died, and for some months now has been borrowing heavily against his anticipated windfall. With only a few weeks to go until my birthday, he will think he is home and dry. He will get a very nasty surprise when he reads the notice of my nuptials.’

      ‘Will he have grounds to challenge your inheritance if he can prove that the marriage is one of convenience?’

      ‘Hardly, considering that half if not more of every marriage which has property at stake is arranged for the convenience of the families concerned. But I’ve been thinking, Eloise, about what you said.’

      ‘I’ve said a lot. One might argue that I’ve said too much. Which of my many utterances in particular has struck you?’

      ‘I should warn you, I have one of those minds which registers every word. Don’t say anything to me you’d rather I forgot.’

      She laughed, mock horrified. ‘Now you tell me! Good grief, I shall have to wear one of those contraptions like a muzzle that they used to punish women who talked too much. What was it called?’

      ‘A scold’s bridle?’

      ‘That’s it.’

      He burst out laughing. ‘What on earth will you say next! I am going to be hanging on your every word, not silencing you, if we are to persuade the world that we have fallen madly in love.’

      ‘I beg your pardon?’

      ‘I think it would be best all round, if we had a—what do they call it?—a whirlwind romance.’

      ‘To have met and married in a matter of weeks is not so much a whirlwind as a tornado.’

      Alexander grinned. ‘We’ll need to concoct a suitably credible story.’

      ‘We’ll need more than a story. Are you saying that we will have to pretend to have fallen in love?’

      ‘How difficult can it be, people do it all the time.’

      ‘You never have. I most certainly have not. Why would we do such a thing? You said that marriages of convenience...’

      ‘Are common, and they are, and I meant it when I said that my cousin would have no grounds to challenge our union, but I’d far rather he did not waste my time or my lawyer’s time by trying.’

      ‘And if he believed it a love match, you think he wouldn’t?’

      ‘I can’t be sure, but if everyone else believed us too—do you see?’

      ‘Yes, but...’

      ‘And then there was your remark about the world accusing you of being a gold-digger. I know it couldn’t be further from the truth, but—I’m sorry...’

      ‘I’m a nonentity from the sticks with no dowry,’ Eloise said wryly. ‘Of course it’s what they will think.’

      ‘So we must persuade them instead that we are genuinely in love.’

      ‘In love! I am not sure I would know where to begin. How does one stare in a besotted manner, for example?’

      He studied her, smiling uncertainly at him, and found himself, wholly unexpectedly and entirely inappropriately, wanting to kiss her. Properly kiss her. Which would be a catastrophic mistake. Because he also wanted, very much wanted, Miss Eloise Brannagh to become his convenient wife.

      ‘I think,’ Alexander said, ‘that we can discount any besottedness.’ He took her hand, lifting it to his lips. ‘Small demonstrations of affection will suffice.’ He kissed her fingertips. ‘There will be shared glances, times when our eyes meet, when it will be obvious to everyone that we are counting the seconds until we are alone.’

      ‘I am not sure...’

      He turned her hand over, kissing her palm, felt the sharp intake of her breath, the responding kick of excitement in his gut, and met her eyes. Her lips parted. Dear God, but he wanted to kiss her.

      ‘There will be other glances.’ He leaned closer, his voice low. ‘Glances that speak of pleasure recently shared, rather than pleasure hotly anticipated.’

      ‘I don’t know anything about such things.’

      ‘You don’t have to. It will be an act. You have an imagination, don’t you?’ He ran his fingers up her arm to rest on the warm skin at the nape of her neck. ‘Pretend, when you look at me, that we have been making love.’

      ‘But I don’t know how that would—what should I be feeling?’

      ‘Happy. Think of something that makes you happy.’

      ‘When a gown I’ve made turns out to be exactly as I’d imagined it?’

      He bit back a laugh. ‘Think of something a little more—how did it feel when you climbed to the top of a tree as a girl?’

      ‘Exciting. Dizzying. A little bit frightening. I always wondered what it would be like to let go, as if I might fly.’

      ‘Imagine you are feeling that now.’

      Eloise gazed at him wide-eyed. He could feel her breath on his face, see the quick rise and fall of her breasts beneath the neckline of her gown. She reached tentatively for him, resting her hand on his shoulder. ‘In the mornings, in the summer, when the sun is only just coming up, I like to walk on the grass, barefoot,’ she whispered. ‘It’s cool, and damp, but in the most delicious way that makes you want to curl your toes into the grass. Is that what you mean?’

      ‘It is perfect.’ So perfect that he could picture the bliss on her face, that he wished, absurdly, he was the grass under her feet.

      ‘Alexander, I’ve never even been kissed.’

      He could have groaned aloud at the temptation. Instead, he forced himself to sit back, to lift her hand to his lips once more, to press the lightest of kisses to her wrist. And then to let her go. ‘There will be no need for real kissing. Absolutely no lovemaking. What we have discussed will be the extent of our performance. Do you think we can manage that?’

      ‘Do you think we can?’

      ‘Yes, I do.’ Alexander shifted uncomfortably on the wooden bench.

      ‘Would you still think so if I had been as you imagined, fiercer, older and with spectacles?’

      Would he? The chivalrous answer would be no. But hadn’t they agreed to be honest? ‘Luckily, I tried to avoid imagining you at all.’

      ‘For fear you wouldn’t be able to abide me? It’s fine, you can admit it,’ Eloise said with a rueful smile, ‘for I confess, that I was—I was steeling myself for the worst.’

      ‘And would you be here now, if I had lived down to your expectations?’

      ‘Would the vast sum I will earn compensate for a stoop or spectacles or bad breath?’ Eloise grimaced. ‘The truth is, when I saw you I was vastly relieved, but—well, we are being brutally honest, aren’t we? Then I will tell you that you could have been an Adonis, but if I had taken you in dislike, and felt I could not overcome my reservations, then I wouldn’t be sitting here with you.’ She smiled shyly. ‘The fact that you do resemble a Greek god—a

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