The Last Rogue
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Raleigh Hadn't Gambled On Finding A Virgin In His Bed—
but when he awoke next to Jane Trowbridge, he knew all bets for bachelorhood were off. Now, instead of a love match, he'd gotten a sparring partner.
Jane had never imagined herself anyone's lawfully wedded wife, and now ironic fate had bound her to a hedonistic viscount who was a Tulip of the Ton. Still, could a man who only pursued pleasure find any pleasure pursuing her? And could she restrain her maidenly blushes long enough to let him…?
something wicked, and Raleigh laughed. "A shoulder to cry on," he explained, clutching his chest in mock despair. Obviously, Jane did not share his amusement "Aren't you ever serious?" she asked. "Lud, no," Raleigh replied. "Why would I want to be serious? My father and mother are humorless enough for the whole family. Dashed boring, I say, and probably bad for one's liver." Jane made a sniffing sound that informed him quite readily of her disagreement "I cannot believe that reducing
plum-colored coat and buff breeches that he nearly took her breath away. Halting before a jumble of half-opened crates, he turned toward her once more. "Have you seen any skeletons with one vital missing piece?" he asked, the corners of his mouth drawing up in a sardonic smile. "A neighbor's attempt at a jest," Jane said, dismissively as she piled the drapes near the doorway. Somehow last night's whole nightmarish episode had taken on an air of unreality, and Raleigh's subsequent guardianship
something so powerful she could not break free. She felt a stranger to herself, for she could not reconcile her recent behavior with any past experiences. But she had no time for embarrassment or remonstration. The screeching continued, accompanied by masculine yells, and when Raleigh turned toward the door, she hurried to follow. Jane had but stepped over the threshold when she saw one of the new servants, the female member of the farming duo, racing headlong through another room, directly
in her words, for he recognized the sad uncertainty in her tone. Although he felt a bit uncertain himself, he was far more experienced than Jane and so owed her his assurances. His normally strong, determined wife was floundering helplessly, and it gave him a hollow feeling in his stomach to see such a glimpse of the vulnerable girl behind the stiff facade. "No, Jane. I feel very, very fortunate that it was you I found in my bed," he said quietly. She colored, but would not look at him. "And
one of the locals had come to the aid of the poor gentleman, but instead banded together to keep both old Cornelius and his heir in ignorance of their nefarious activities. "Now, hold on! We paid well for the privilege of using the place!" the fellow protested. Then, as if he had let something slip that he should not have, he looked at them both wildly. "I mean, we were paid handsomely for the goods, we were." But it was too late to recover his blunder. "Hmm," Raleigh murmured, indicating that