She turned her face away. When he touched her, she must offer nothing. This was for the Beaumont heir. Money. Lady Margaret.

But it wasn't all for that. God Almighty. She placed her palms back against the silken bedspread to cool them. Maybe she was needing to do the same with her brain? Lock it in a trunk? Disown it?

"Fine. Then just do it. Thank you." She spoke as if she'd lumps of ice in her mouth. Perhaps she did. Hadn't she thought last night it was appropriate for ...