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dumbstruck, Kimberly because she’d had no idea that St. James’s new duchess was so petiteor so incredibly beautiful. But she should have guessed. She’d met the duke some ten years ago when he was but twenty, and even though a young girl would take little note of such things, she remembered him as being extremely handsome. So it stood to reason that his wife would be lovely. But this lovely?
    Megan St. James defined beauty, albeit, a bit vividly. Her bright copper-red hair wasn’t a bit fashionable, yet it suited her perfectly. Her midnight blue eyes were warm, friendly. Her figure, after her first child, couldn’t have been altered much, it was so slim and ideally curved.
    Beside her, Kimberly felt like a gangly dowd. Granted, there had never been much call to dress in high-fashion in her small town in Northumberland. And she had only just put away her mourning wardrobe, which meant what clothes she had left were several years old and didn’t take into account the weight she’d lost. Not that that was noticeable in the bulky winter wool coat she was traveling in; at least it hadn’t been until one of the footmen requested her coat, and wouldn’t go away until she shrugged out of it and handed it over.
    As for Megan, now that her initial surprise was over, she was thinking that a new gown, cinched in properly, a new hairstyle that wasn’t so plain, and a little less color in the nose would do wonders for Lady Kimberly. She wasn’t going to be the season’s new reigning beauty, and that was too bad, but it couldn’t be helped. Not every young miss joining the marriage mart each year could be.
    Things could be worse, Megan decided. At least the lady wasn’t downright ugly. KimberlyRichards was just, well…average-looking came to mind. And she did have nice eyes of a pure dark green, really beautiful the more one looked into them. It just might take a little longer than they had imagined to get her married.
    Kimberly, to make her first impression more memorable, sneezed quite loudly at that point. And worse, she discovered she had left her lace handkerchief in the carriage. She was about to panic as she felt her nose starting to run, when Megan’s dimples suddenly showed up in a smile so stunning, Kimberly didn’t even think to wonder about it.
    “A cold?” Megan said, her tone on the hopeful side. “That expla—ah is a shame. But expected, with the dreadful weather we’ve been having.”
    Kimberly did wonder about that smile now, and the tone accompanying it, which belied any sympathy implied in her hostess’s words. In fact she stiffened, somewhat offended. Then she decided that before she said something she would undoubtedly regret, she ought to give herself a few moments to consider that she just might be so exhausted from her trip that she was imagining things.
    To that end, she said, “I’ll be right back, Your Grace. I seem to have left something in my carriage.”
    Without further explanation and giving the duchess no opportunity to stop her, she turned to open the door that had been closed behind her. The carriage would still be there, since Mary was overseeing the unloading of their baggage. And that was all that Kimberly expected to find when she opened the door. That wasn’t the case, however.
    Standing there, about to knock with a very large fist that was drawn back just before it reached her forehead, since she’d taken the place of the door, was a very fascinating man. He was tall, as in very tall, as in approaching seven feet tall. And if that wasn’t enough to hold Kimberly momentarily spellbound, he was also extremely handsome.
    He had dark auburn hair, clubbed back to keep the rowdy wind from playing havoc with it. A brief ray of sunshine, come and gone in a flash, showed mere hints of red in those thick locks. There had been laughter in his light green eyes that didn’t last long as she continued to stare. And he wasn’t just tall, but brawny huge, with legs like tree stumps,