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service?”
    The sight that greeted his eyes was nothing less than
    extraordinary. Skirts, voluminous black skirts, hung
    from the mirror, and delicate booted feet kicked wildly
    beneath the fabric. The rest of the form, if indeed there
    was one, was completely obscured by Avery’s reflection
    in the bureau’s mirror.
    “The bloody hell,” Avery breathed, unable to credit
    what he saw.
    She continued to wriggle free, sliding farther and
    farther down the bureau’s slanted front. A trim waist
    exited the mirror, followed quickly by a lean back,
    flailing arms, and a tumble of yellow curls. She would
    have fallen to the floor had Avery not stepped forward
    and caught her just in time.
    “What the devil is this?” Avery set her on her feet and
    quickly stepped away. “Explain yourself, madam.”
    “Oh my gosh, you’re perfect.” She laughed, her face
    as shiningly pleasant as her tousled hair. Her accent was
    flat, smooth, and slow, like honey dripping onto a scone.
    “Sorry, I know this is sudden. Hello, I’m Leah Ramsey.”
    Avery shook off the whisper of interest that flicked in
    his brain. Remember your place, my lad, and do not be taken in by a pretty face. “The name means nothing to me, miss.
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    What are you doing in these bedchambers?” He kept
    his countenance grim. It was no wonder the men had
    struggled so with the bureau. She must have been hidden
    away inside it.
    Her conspiratorial smile struck him dumb. “It’s going
    to sound weird, but I’ll tell you.” She gripped his arm
    and leaned against him to whisper in his ear, “I traveled
    through time to find my true love, and I’m pretty sure,
    Your Grace, that it’s got to be you.”
    The ease with which the overly familiar gesture came
    was no less startling than the intimate press of her body
    on his. He stepped backward as if burned, staring at her
    in shock.
    A devil with an angel’s face is sent to torment me .
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    Leah’s heart fluttered with excitement. He was absolutely
    perfect— everything a duke should be. Well, except for
    the silvery scars on his knuckles and slight crookedness
    of his nose. And maybe the height. Shouldn’t dukes clear
    six feet? He couldn’t be more than an extremely well-
    muscled five foot ten. And his outfit was plainer than
    she’d imagined for such a high- ranking aristocrat. But
    his broad shoulders and slim hips more than made up for
    any height deficiency. At five foot seven herself, anything
    taller than her was tall enough.
    She’d made a big faux pas right off the bat, though.
    Drawing in a shaky breath, Leah smiled apologetically.
    She hoped that slack- jawed look on his face was more
    intrigued interest than shocked disgust. Tough call.
    “Sorry, I was just excited. I mean, look at this place.
    Look at you. I can’t believe I’m actually here!”
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    His silence didn’t inspire much confidence. He stood
    there, scowling at her like Mr. Darcy in a room full of
    commoners. She had to play it cool. Drying her suddenly
    damp palms on her skirt, she breathed deeply. “Let me
    explain. Mrs. Knightsbridge— she’s Micah, er, the Earl
    of Dunnington’s housekeeper—
    well, she’s got some
    pretty incredible talents. I asked her for help with my
    grandfather, but she sent me here instead. She said my
    true love was in this house, and she sent me here to meet
    you. Oh .” Cheeks burning, she suddenly remembered
    the rank of the man standing there. You couldn’t just run
    up to a freaking duke and make best friends. She sank into a low curtsy and whispered, “Your Grace.”
    A firm grip surrounded her arm, flooding her with
    warmth. Gosh, he was strong. He pulled her upright, but
    the seriousness in his eyes stopped her smile in its tracks.
    “Miss, you are mistaken. I am not your true love.” His
    deep, raspy voice