She asked about my intentions toward you.” He steadied his nerve to speak words that might hurt her. “I told her there was nothing between us.”
“Did you?” Her expression was impenetrable as she shifted her gaze to the road ahead. “Fortunately, I told her the same thing.”
He gripped the reins. So much for hurting her.
“But you know Gran,” Celia went on lightly. “She’ll think what she wants, no matter what either of us say.”
“Well,” he managed, “her mind will surely be put to rest about you and me when you announce that you’re marrying the duke.”
“When I announce?” she echoed, then fell silent for a long moment. “There’s something I…ought to have mentioned before.”
He gritted his teeth. Damn, damn, damn. She must have already announced it, last night after he’d left the ball. It was set in stone now. She was planning to let that bloody duke into her bed and her life, even though she didn’t-
“I never had any intention of marrying the duke.

Author: Sabrina Jeffries