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had surprised her, to say the least. He was the Duke of
Randallshire, for heaven’s sake. What on earth might he want with a
widow of her age and standing?
    “Why me?” she asked again.
    His gaze searched her face. “You do
not see what I see. And that is owed to your late husband, horrid
man that he was. I am taking it upon myself to right his
wrongs.”
    Charlotte sat back against the leather
seat. “He did you a wrong, didn’t he?”
    “No, but in my research, I discovered
that he did you a wrong.”
    More than one, but that was
her cross to bear. Not his. “Why?” she couldn’t help but
ask. Why me? Why now? Why give me a gift
of a day with Mary? She wanted to ask all
these things and more.
    He ignored her question. “Make me a
happy man and tell me about your time with Mary,” he said. He
lifted her hand from his cock, and laid it in her lap.
    “Did I do something wrong?”
    “What would make you think that?” He
smiled a wicked smile at her.
    Her gaze shifted from his mouth to his
cock, and she arched a brow.
    “I like to prolong the pleasure,” he
said, his voice a silky crawl up her skin.
    “How did you meet Mary?”
    “I went to Cambridge with her
husband.” He folded his hands in his lap.
    “Her husband?”
    “She calls him her master, but it’s
really a little game they play. She has him wrapped around her
finger. He follows her about like a spaniel, drooling all over her
skirts.”
    Charlotte inhaled heavily. “If he
loves her so much, why on earth would he let her come to me? Let
her do the intimate things she did with me.” Her skin heated and
her nipples tightened at the mere thought of Mary’s fingertips
trailing over her goose-flesh. At the memory of her mouth kissing
all of her private places. At the recollection of Mary making her
come. “She made me climax,” she blurted. Then she buried her face
in her cupped hands in shame.
    Trent chuckled from beside her. “I had
a feeling that’s how events would transpire. She’s a clever lady.
With a wicked mouth.”
    “You’ve availed yourself of it?” She
didn’t want to ask the question. But it erupted like a teakettle
when it began to blow steam.
    “Do you want the answer to that
question?”
    “How odd. She gave me the same
response.”
    Before they could get any farther into
the conversation, the carriage rolled to a stop and the footman
lowered the step, then opened the door to let Trent descend. He
held a hand out to her. “Fair warning, good lady,” he said from
outside the door. “If you step one foot inside the duke and
duchess’s home, your life may change forever.”
    Change? Goodness, she could use some
change. She reached her hand toward his and he took it in his
strong grip, gave it a gentle squeeze and helped her from the
carriage.
    As they walked up the stone staircase
to the front of the manor house, Charlotte plucked at her gown and
fretted with her hair. “Stop that,” Trent warned. “You look
beautiful.”
    Her belly dropped down toward her
toes. Who would have thought a compliment would hit her like a team
of runaway horses? “Thank you,” Charlotte croaked.
    She stopped in front of the duke and
duchess and waited for an introduction. The duchess was a regal
creature, with her tumbling golden curls piled high atop her head.
Her neck arched delicately to reveal naked shoulders and a
beautiful dip in her bodice. It wasn’t until Charlotte looked
directly into the duchess’s eyes that she got the shock of a
lifetime. “Your Grace,” she sputtered. Charlotte dropped into a
quick curtsy.
    “Call me Mary, dear. We’ll be great
friends, I’m certain.” Her eyes sparkled and shone. And Charlotte’s
heart nearly leapt from her chest.
    Trent chuckled lightly from behind
her. “Great friends, indeed.” He took Charlotte’s arm and led her
into the home.
    Mary was the duchess. The woman she’d
been led to believe was a maid was a duchess. A duchess had looked
up at her from between her thighs