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"I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow. "If I win, my father stops trying to marry me off to Lord Ponsonby, a man who has the personality of damp wool."

"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties."

"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles."

"I have my moments," Arthur said softly. "But if you win that tournament, you'll be the most sought-after woman in England. Is that truly the 'freedom' you want?" "I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow

Penelope looked at the target, then back at the man who had finally made her heart race faster than a hunt. "I suppose that depends on who is doing the seeking." If you'd like to continue the tale, let me know: Should the happen next? Does Lord Ponsonby try to sabotage her?

"Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her. "But your form is still tragic. Anchor your hand to your jaw. Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center." "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for

He stepped behind her, his chest inches from her back. He reached around, his large hands steadying hers. The air between them suddenly felt thicker than the summer humidity.