“You look even better than you did before," he added in a quiet voice. "I'm the one returning to the party with his rhubarb at full rise.”

“Lord Sedgecroft--""Ssh. It isn't polite to interrupt me when I'm kissing you.”

“Do you really think I'm bad?""Of course, Jane. Every woman is, if given the chance.”

“The late Dominic Breckland, Viscount Stratfield, was returning to life in a sea of woman's underwear.”

“Is that why the top three buttons of your riding jacket are unfastened?" Miranda asked with an innocent look. "Because you were showing him your bulbs?”

“Heath slid two fingers beneath Adrian’s white neckcloth to feel his pulse. “In that case, I can state with complete confidence that he shall be all right.”“Then why isn’t he moving?” she asked in a distraught voice.Heath smiled. “Ask him.”She looked down into a pair of hazel eyes smoldering with unholy mirth. Adrian’s lean cheek pressed into the curve of her breast.A wolf, indeed.”

“The host in question, the chapel's owner, Grayston Boscastle, the fifth Marquess of Sedgecroft, sat thinking that the bride had the most appealing derriere he had seen in a long time. Not that he made a point of lusting after young women in wedding dresses, but he had been staring at the back of her for over two hours now. A normal man's curiosity could not help but be aroused. What else was he to look at? He wondered whether the rest of her was appealing.”