He stepped behind her, his chest inches from her back. He reached around, his large hands steadying hers. The air between them suddenly felt thicker than the summer humidity.
"Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her. "But your form is still tragic. Anchor your hand to your jaw. Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...
"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties." He stepped behind her, his chest inches from her back
"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes. "Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her
Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.
"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled.