Page 7 of A Spinster's Guide to Landing a Lyon
“And the saddle?”
“Is my sister.”
“What a way to introduce someone.”
She merely shrugged. “My family is facing ruin, so I’m here to find my sister a husband.”
He hadn’t been expecting that either. Relief should have been the prevalent feeling in his mind. It was foolish to paint all blondes with the same brush, but resentment didn’t much listen to logic. And it listened even less when that blonde had the same comportment as a witch he once knew.
So really, he should have been relieved that he wasn’t to marry her. But he couldn’t quite see it past the shock and…was that disappointment?
“So you’re buying me for your sister. Why not for yourself?”
Her eyes flared. “I’m too set in my ways.”
“What ways?”
“I have my ways.”
“Such as…”
“Ways….” Benedict watched her wring her hands. The first and only sign that the woman wasn’t pure grace under pressure. “Ways you need know nothing about,” she finished.
“Humor me.”
“Why would I do that?”
“Why wouldn’t you?”
“Because I have my ways. And you’re not in them.”
“And you wouldn’t bend your ways for me?”
“Well.” She huffed. “How fortuitous for you that you have painted me into a corner. I’m now forced to disclose to you one of my ways lest I break it.”
“I’m ecstatic to hear that.”
“You would be.”
“Do tell the way.”
“The way is that I do not jest with men that I do not know.”
Silence. Benedict felt the urge to smirk. This woman was clever. Witty. Private. Poised. Yes…everything he was inclined to fall for in a woman. And everything that had led to his destruction. Even still, he wanted to challenge her.
He moved closer. “And what about with men you do know?”
“You’ll never know.”
“Never say never.”
“I always say never. Such is another one of my ways.”
Chapter Five
“And yet you’rehere. I bet at one time you had said that you would never step foot in the Lyon’s Den. Never buy a husband.”
“Be careful with your bets, Duke.”
