We’ve known his family forever. He doesn’t seem to care about the scandal in ours, and he’s an excellent shot-“
“That would certainly be at the top of my list of requirements for a husband,” Minerva broke in, eyes twinkling. “’Must be able to hit a bull’s-eye at fifty paces.’”
“Fifty paces? Are you mad? It would have to be a hundred at least.”
Her sister burst into laughter. “Forgive me for not knowing what constitutes sufficient marksmanship for your prospective mate.” Her gaze grew calculating. “I heart that Jackson is a very good shot. Gabe said he beat everyone today, even you.”
“Don’t remind me,” Celia grumbled.
“Gabe also said he won a kiss from you.”
“Yes, and he gave me a peck on the forehead,” Celia said, still annoyed by that. “As if I were some…some little girl.”
“Perhaps he was just trying to be polite.”
Celia sighed. “Probably.
I didn’t kiss you “properly” today because I was afraid if I did I might not stop.
“The thing is…” Celia bit her lower lip and wondered just how much she should reveal to her sister. But she had to discuss this with someone, and she knew she could trust Minerva. Her sister had never betrayed a confidence. “That wasn’t the first time Jackson kissed me. Nor the last.”
Minerva nearly choked on her chocolate. “Good Lord, Celia, don’t say such things when I’m drinking something hot!” Carefully she set her cup on the bedside table. “He kissed you?” She seized Celia’s free hand. “More than once?”
Celia nodded.
Her sister cast her eyes heavenward. “And yet you’re debating whether to enter into a marriage of convenience with Lyons.” Then she looked alarmed. “You did want the man to kiss you, right?”
“Of course I wanted-“ She caught herself. “He didn’t force me, if that’s what you’re asking. But neither has Jackson…I mean, Mr. Pinter…offered me anything important.”
“He hasn’t mentioned marriage?”
“No.”
Concern crossed Minerva’s face. “And love? What of that?”
“That neither.” She set her own cup on the table, then dragged a blanket up to her chin. “He’s just kissed me. A lot.”
Minerva left the bed to pace in front of the fireplace. “With men, that’s how it starts sometimes. They desire a woman first. Love comes later.”
Unless they were drumming up desire for a woman for some other reason, the way Ned had. “Sometimes all they feel for a woman is desire,” Celia pointed out. “Sometimes love never enters into it. Like Papa with his females.”
“Mr. Pinter doesn’t strike me as that sort.”
“Well, he didn’t strike me as having an ounce of passion until he started kissing me.”
Minerva shot her a sly glance. “How is his kissing?”
Heat rose in her cheeks. “It’s very…er…inspiring.” Much better than Ned’s, to be sure.
“That’s rather important in a husband,” Minerva said dryly. “And what of the duke? Has he kissed you?”
“Once. It was…not so inspiring.” She leaned forward. “But he’s offering marriage, and Jackson hasn’t even hinted at it.”
“You shouldn’t settle for a marriage of convenience. Especially if you prefer Jackson.”
I don’t believe in marriages of convenience. Given your family’s history, I would think that you wouldn’t, either.
Celia balled the blanket into a knot. That was easy for Jackson to say-he didn’t have a scheming grandmother breathing down his neck. For that matter, neither did Minerva.

Author: Sabrina Jeffries