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Jack’s fingers closed around her shoulders. Jane could feel his labored breaths, the ragged movement of his chest. You show up looking like that—wearing his dress, his jewels, his perfumes. What in the hell am I supposed to think? He released her, stepping back. My congratulations, Countess. You’ll make a beautiful ornament at the court of Louis the Eighteenth.Jane had always prided herself on her ability to retain her poise, even in the most grueling of circumstances. But she was frustrated, humiliated, hurt, and just plain furious.Jane poked Jack in the chest with her index finger. It felt good, so she did it again. Would you like to know just how many times I’ve told Nicolas no? By last count, approximately thirty-seven. Not that it’s any of your concern. You see, he, like you, seems to believe that I don’t know what is best for me.Jack grabbed her hand before she could poke him again. He can give you everything I can’t. He can give you riches, titles, a place in the world.Jane jerked her hand away. I have my place in the world! I made it myself, with my own hard work. And error, a great deal of error. She braced her hands against Jack’s shoulders, holding herself away to look at his face. Have I ever—ever—given you any indication that I desire titles or riches?Not in so many words, no . . . Jack’s fingers itched to close around her waist and draw her close. Everything that had seemed so clear ten minutes ago was murky and blurry. He knew he had a point, but he was no longer entirely sure what that point was. He retreated a step, his back hitting the whitewashed stone of the wall.Jane stalked forward, cornering him. Jack could feel the rough stone biting into his back as Jane glared at him, her chest right beneath his nose. I don’t want to be placed on a pedestal. I don’t want to be the ornament of anyone’s court. And I certainly don’t want a lute beneath my window!She had told him that, hadn’t she? Jack was beginning to feel rather less sure of himself. The Gardener, that proposal, felt very far away, and Jane was very near.
Jack’s fingers closed around her shoulders. Jane could feel his labored breaths, the ragged movement of his chest. You show up looking like that—wearing his dress, his jewels, his perfumes. What in the hell am I supposed to think? He released her, stepping back. My congratulations, Countess. You’ll make a beautiful ornament at the court of Louis the Eighteenth.Jane had always prided herself on her ability to retain her poise, even in the most grueling of circumstances. But she was frustrated, humiliated, hurt, and just plain furious.Jane poked Jack in the chest with her index finger. It felt good, so she did it again. Would you like to know just how many times I’ve told Nicolas no? By last count, approximately thirty-seven. Not that it’s any of your concern. You see, he, like you, seems to believe that I don’t know what is best for me.Jack grabbed her hand before she could poke him again. He can give you everything I can’t. He can give you riches, titles, a place in the world.Jane jerked her hand away. I have my place in the world! I made it myself, with my own hard work. And error, a great deal of error. She braced her hands against Jack’s shoulders, holding herself away to look at his face. Have I ever—ever—given you any indication that I desire titles or riches?Not in so many words, no . . . Jack’s fingers itched to close around her waist and draw her close. Everything that had seemed so clear ten minutes ago was murky and blurry. He knew he had a point, but he was no longer entirely sure what that point was. He retreated a step, his back hitting the whitewashed stone of the wall.Jane stalked forward, cornering him. Jack could feel the rough stone biting into his back as Jane glared at him, her chest right beneath his nose. I don’t want to be placed on a pedestal. I don’t want to be the ornament of anyone’s court. And I certainly don’t want a lute beneath my window!She had told him that, hadn’t she? Jack was beginning to feel rather less sure of himself. The Gardener, that proposal, felt very far away, and Jane was very near.
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