Feather Jane » Virtue

"You are an incorrigible, unscrupulous, card-sharping, horse-thieving baggage!" Marcus declared. "By God, someone had better take you in hand, before you do some serious damage and find yourself at the end of the hangman's rope." He jerked the reins from her grasp and guided the horse over to the side of the road, in the shadow of a bramble hedge. "What are you doing?" Judith demanded. "I don't know yet." He turned on the bench, catching her shoulders, and the minute he touched her that jolting current surged between them. Judith looked into his eyes, ...

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