The Wallflower Wager Read online Tessa Dare

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Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 75705 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 379(@200wpm)___ 303(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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“I beg your pardon. Marigold is not that kind of goat.”

“Whatever you say. I don’t care about the creature’s virtue. I just want her removed from the square.”

“I told you, she needs to browse. Her diet requires shrubs and fresh grasses. Hay and corn are well enough for Angus, but—”

“Hold a moment. Angus?”

“Angus is a Highland steer. I rescued him when he was a calf, but he’s three years old now. Grown and healthy as anything.”

He blinked at her. “You have a fully grown bull—”

“A steer.”

“—living in your back garden.”

“Don’t be silly. Angus lives in the mews. The otter is in the back garden.”

“An otter?” He grumbled something that sounded like Holy immaculate mother of goats. “This is ridiculous.”

“Mr. Duke, the variety of pets I keep may be unusual, but an attachment to animals isn’t. Have you never had a pet of your own?”

“No.”

“Don’t you like animals?”

“Certainly, I like animals. Roasted animals. Fried animals. Minced-and-baked-in-a-pie animals.” He gestured expansively. “I like all kinds of animals.”

Oh, this man was impossible.

No, Penny corrected. The man was not impossible. Even the most untamed, ill-mannered creatures could be won over with a bit of patience. She’d made pets of worse beasts than Gabriel Duke.

She simply wasn’t up to the effort this afternoon, that’s all.

“Listen,” he said, “I don’t have time to compromise. They have to go. All of them. The goat, the cow, the otter, the parrot, that hedgehog, and whatever else you have in your rafters. I need them all gone.”

“What a coincidence you should say that.”

Ever since her aunt had left, Penny had been turning it over and over in her mind. She would have to find the animals new homes. Either she did so quickly and succeeded in convincing her aunt, or else she would be forced to leave Bloom Square—in which case, there would be no taking her pets with her. Bradford would never take them to Cumberland. If she defied her brother’s wishes, one of Penny’s friends would surely welcome her to stay with them—but she couldn’t ask them to take in a few dozen animals, too.

One way or another, she would have to bid them farewell. And if she wanted any hope of remaining in Bloom Square, she must not only find her pets new homes, but undo a decade of social seclusion. In three weeks.

It all seemed hopeless.

“As it happens, Mr. Duke, you are going to get your wish. The animals will be gone within the month, one way or another.”

“Good.”

“In fact, it’s entirely possible that I’ll be gone, too.”

“Wait.” His eyebrows converged in a frown. “What did you say?”

“My brother is demanding I go home to the ancestral estate in Cumberland. He’s coming to collect me in three weeks. That means I’ll be leaving Bloom Square, too. Unless I work a miracle.”

He swore under his breath. “This is unacceptable.”

“I’m not happy about it, either, but I’m afraid neither of us has much say in the matter. I must be going.” She gathered Marigold’s lead. “Come along, sweeting.”

He cut off her path. “The miracle.”

“What?”

“You said you’ll be leaving unless you work a miracle. Tell me about the miracle.”

“I don’t know why you should care.”

“Oh, I care,” he said. “I care a great deal. What ever this ‘miracle’ is, I will work it.”

“You couldn’t possibly.”

“I can, and I will.”

Heavens. His dark, intense stare nailed her slippers to the gravel path. Her heart pounded in her chest. And then he spoke the gruff, possessive words Penny had started to doubt she’d ever hear.

“I need you, Lady Penelope Campion. I’m not letting you go.”

Chapter Five

When he made this firm declaration, Gabe had not been expecting Lady Penelope’s reaction. First she looked surprised, and then she looked—

She looked hopeful?

“You . . .” Her cheeks flushed pink. “You need me?”

He would need to tread carefully here. She was sheltered, naïve. And she did not want to be a spinster. So much was clear from simply staring into her china-blue eyes. She’d been saving that soft, blushing sweetness for years, waiting to lavish it on the right man.

Gabe was not, and never would be, the right man. Not for her, not for anyone. If Her Ladyship had formed any notions otherwise, she was a fool.

“I need you,” he clarified, “to continue residing in Bloom Square if I’m to sell the house at a handsome profit. Which I fully intend to do.”

She blinked several times in succession. “Yes, of course. I knew that. It’s kind of you to offer your help, that’s all.”

Kind?

What an innocent she was. If she could glimpse the ugliness in his past, the ruthless hunger that consumed his mind, the blackness of his heart, she would learn the enormity of her mistake. But he’d never allow anyone near the yawning, empty pit of his soul. Posted warnings were the best he could offer. For her own sake, she had better heed them.



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