The ride back to the house was stifling. Haven groaned in mortification as she thought back to the horrendous scene in the pasture. Although, she understood how the duke would assume she was trying to run away, she didn't like his reaction.

Ugh, the duke. He was pissed. Glancing over, she wondered how he could be so angry yet look so tasty. His strong, capable hands held the reins in a well-practiced grip, and a dark curl over his brow made him look like a dashing ...