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hand
through his hair, just staring at her. “Why?”
    “I wanted the rest of
the world to see you as I do,” she said simply.
    “And how do you see
me?” he asked, his voice softening as he seated himself beside her. Cubby found
her courage deserting her. She quivered for a moment, but he waited
expectantly.
    “As the beautiful man I
love,” she answered.
    He couldn’t help the
crooked grin that curved his features, he eyed her sideways.
    “Very
well then. Handsome ,”
she corrected.
    Vincent wanted to
laugh. It was the love part of her sentence he’d been taken with. “I love you
too,” he said so softly she was afraid she hadn’t heard him right.
    “You do?”
    “I do.”
    “You’re still wrong you
know,” she said looking mischievously up at him.
    “About what, Imp?” he
asked, laughing now.
    “Well, obviously about
the fact I might be trying to kill you,” she said giving him a dirty look that
made him want to laugh even harder. But also about your nephew being the heir.”
    His gaze suddenly swept
down to where her small hand was resting on her belly, this time he didn’t try
to hide his tears.
    Because
they were tears of joy.

 
 
 
    The Mischievous Virgin
    By
      L.C. Zingera

 
 
    Chapter One

 
    Dare stared down from his
six feet four inches to the diminutive five foot something miss who was about
to become his bride. He would have preferred the guillotine to matrimony. A
shame he wasn’t French and born a decade or two earlier, it would have solved
all his problems.
    The way things were
going, he half expected, she’d say I don’t instead of I do . But only if he was incredibly lucky.
    Only a week ago her
father had approached him, he knew the Wolverton estate was in need of repair
and an heir, as he bluntly put it, his daughter was available with a very large
dowry and he wanted her settled immediately.
    “Why not give her a
London Season?” Dare asked suspiciously, only willing to entertain the notion
because it would absolve him of the unfortunate duty of attending both Almack’s and a
series of hot stuffy ballrooms in search of an appropriate wealthy bride.
    “Daizie has her own
ideas and she is well…somewhat unconventional!”
    “How
unconventional?”
    “Unfortunately
so.”
    “Is
she ugly?” he had to ask, there must be some reason other than the girl being
somewhat unconventional that her father would deny her a Season. “A hooked nose? rotten teeth? spots ? big ears…knock knees…?”
    “Good
God no!” Edward Sinclair replied in horror.
    “Fat?”
he suggested.
    “No.”
    “Difficult?”
    “Unusual,” Edward
repeated patiently.
    Dare sighed, this was
no explanation.
    “She’s as adorable as
her Mamma was!” Edward informed him. Dare frowned, trying to remember if he’s
ever met the late Lady Sinclair, if he had, it was too many years ago to form a
clear picture. But he could ask around, perhaps his mother or one of his aunts
had known her.
    “You’ll need a wealthy
bride sooner or later Dare. Why not allow me to save you the trouble of
looking? Surely you must realize that one young debutante is very much like
another. I am offering you a king’s ransom to take her off my hands, and spare
you an eternity of boring visits to Almack’s , and the
machinations of a few dozen matchmaking mammas.”
    Since
Dare had had the very same thought himself, he’d been unable to argue the
point, and meeting a debutante briefly under her guardian’s watchful eye it
would be more than impossible to ascertain anything about her personality. He
would be no better off than if he simply agreed to this odd proposal.
    So,
here he was, one week later, having procured a special license, staring down at
the young girl he’d met only moments ago as she walked down the aisle on her
father’s arm. Her father had insisted they not meet until the wedding, unwisely
he’d agreed.
    “At
least she’s not dog ugly,” Wynne, his best man nudged him and whispered as