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caused, she greeted them cheerfully. “Good day, Uncle, Lady Fairley. I was wondering if I might beg a strawberry from you.”
    â€œA strawberry?” they both echoed in bewilderment.
    Alice nodded solemnly. “Aye. I wish to show Lord Jonathan something, but I need a strawberry to do it.”
    â€œOh.” Lady Fairley and Lord Houghton exchanged a confused glance; then Jonathan’s mother reached for the bowl of berries and held them out. “Take as many as you like, dear. We have plenty.”
    â€œThank you.” Alice took three and then turned away.
    â€œMy dear?” Lady Fairley called.
    â€œAye?” she asked, turning back.
    â€œWhatever are you doing here?” Jonathan thought his mother looked embarrassed.
    â€œOh, well,” Alice explained. “Mother said I should find you by the stables, but instead I found your son. I gave him the list of prospective brides I made up at your request, and he insisted that we come out here for a picnic to look them over.”
    â€œA picnic?” Lady Fairley repeated in seeming bemusement. Jonathan felt his annoyance rise.
    â€œAye.” Alice’s expression turned confiding. “I fear he neglected to bother to bring the picnic, however.”
    â€œAh.” Lady Fairley smiled. “Well, the two of you are more than welcome to join us. We have plenty,” she announced.
    â€œI shall be sure to tell your son that,” Alice promised. On that note, she whirled away and rushed back through the bushes. As she returned, Jonathan began softly banging his head against a nearby tree trunk. Alice merely arched her eyebrows in response. She shook her head and moved to again sit at his side.
    He turned to her at once. “We were supposed to be spying on them—” He broke off abruptly, silenced by a strawberry she popped into his mouth.
    â€œI am aware of that, my lord,” she answered as he automatically chewed, then swallowed. “I am not a complete nodcock.”
    â€œWell, then why—”
    Another berry quieted him.
    â€œAiding you in finding a bride is one thing,” she snapped. “Aiding you to spy on your mother and my uncle in their private moments is quite another. Now . . .”
    Alice held a third strawberry out, then smiled in a way Jonathan could only describe as seductive. It was startling enough to make his mouth snap closed. All thoughts of his mother and Lord Houghton disappeared as Alice leaned forward and rubbed the fruit lightly across his lips. “Another succulent, sweet, juicy strawberry, my lord?” she asked.
    Jonathan felt his eyes widen incredulously at the girl’s husky tone, but his jaws remained stiffly closed. Her perfume was drifting around him, soft and enticing, and he was hard-pressed not to notice the way she was leaning forward, affording him a lovely view down the neckline of her gown. His eyes were drawn devotedly to the soft, luscious mounds of her breasts, which were pressed affectionately together and upward as if ready to leap out of her clothes at him.
    As he continued to simply stare at Alice rather dazedly, she drew the berry away from his mouth to her own, luring his gaze to her full, soft, and very kissable lips. He watched her lick very deliberately at the rounded red tip of the fruit and found himself swallowing. Hard. Then she closed her mouth slowly around it. As juice began to run down from one corner of her lips, Jonathan’s body tightened in response. His eyes greedily followed the trail that slid down her chin, and he had the sudden insane urge to lean forward and lick it away. Before he could act, though, the girl’s own tongue slid out to catch the dripping juice. Jonathan swallowed harshly, aware that his breathing had become fast and heavy; his body was reacting as if she had licked and nipped at him!
    Her demonstration apparently over, Alice straightened, her expression promptly becoming businesslike again.