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her lower lip to stop an indelicate reply.
    â€œI could write that handbook too.”
    His boast made her smile. “I seem to have found another trait of a rake.”
    â€œHumph. I’d be delighted to show you all of my traits. Perhaps start with chapter one?” The determination in his voice indicated he was quite willing to comply.
    â€œPlease do, sir,” she replied in a facetious tone, tugging her hand free. “But I can already tell that I’ll stop reading your book after the table of contents. You know, all of those funny pages in the front of the book numbered v and i .”
    He chuckled softly, then stared at her until he captured her gaze. “My handbook starts with fine eyes.” He reached up and swept back a ringlet that had fallen over her eye and carefully tucked the curl under her bonnet.
    Her heartbeat raced.
    â€œThe eyes are followed by a notable vee.” His gaze lowered to the upper edge of her bodice and lingered in the center.
    â€œOh my, if that’s the table of contents, I don’t dare read chapter one.”
    â€œI’d be pleased to read you all of the chapters. There are a total of…” He glanced at her leisurely, from the top of her leghorn bonnet down to her sensible half boots. His focus returned up to her neck—almost. His chest broadened as he inhaled. “Ten.”
    â€œTen!”
    He gave her a smoldering look from under heavy lashes. “Ten in volume one,” he continued in a silky baritone. “Let’s start with chapter one.” He leaned forward slowly, staring at her mouth as if he might take liberties and kiss her. The distance between them shortened to inches. Close enough to feel his warm breath.
    â€œEnough.” She stepped backward. “Enough of chapter one. I am finished with your book.” She resisted covering both burning cheeks with her hands. “I’ll return home now. I seem to be a little heated from the sun.” She avoided his gaze and reached for her book.
    Henry was right. Since Mr. Thornbury’s rakish charms were beyond what she expected, she should never again speak to him alone. He certainly would not have attempted liberties with Henry standing nearby. However, even with Henry’s presence, she might not be able to negotiate with him. He was a rake: not pure and not simple. His smiles, chuckles, and smoldering glances intended to blank female minds on purpose. Curse his boots.
    â€œI see I’ve upset you. Apologies, my lovely fish feaster.”
    â€œI can assure you that your reputation is just ,” she said, her voice sounding higher than normal.
    â€œA reserved gentleman with exemplary manners?”
    â€œNever…never have I been so late returning home. Please give your mother my respects.” After a brief curtsy, she snatched her fishing pole and punctured her finger on a fishhook. “Ow!”
    He held out his hand. “Let me look at that.”
    She shook her hand vigorously. “No, thank you. I will consult my doctor for the proper treatment.” She sucked on her finger.
    â€œYou should go home and treat that immediately,” he said, sounding distracted and staring at her mouth. “Do you own any medical books?”
    She withdrew her finger and felt the cool air ease the pain. “My late husband’s study is full of medical books, but they are very detailed and use words I am not familiar with. I read only poetry and novels.”
    â€œI suggest you consult your husband’s books. I have confidence you can find the best treatment yourself.”
    She nodded, sucking on her finger again.
    His eyes focused on her lips and brightened, like a cat that had just spotted a bowl of cream—unattended. “I suggest you start by looking up puncture or—”
    â€œYes. Yes, I will. Good day, sir.” She grabbed her fishing rod, gloves, and book, and hurried back up the road toward Pinnacles.
    Once he