Don't you think Lady Standon deserves a man who sets her heart afire? Don't you deserve the same?"
She leaned forward and poked him in the chest. Actually stabbed her finger into his coat as if he were a chicken on the spit. Rather like Lady Standon's harridan of a housekeeper.
"I would think," she said, "a man in your position would want more. So much more."
More? Whatever did that mean? More?
He had no idea what she was talking about.
But in a flash he had a devilish inkling of what she meant.

Autor: Elizabeth Boyle