Looking down at the rumpled quilt on the floor, he winced. He couldn't believe he'd taken her on the floor. She'd said he was her first lover since she'd been widowed, and on top of that, she'd been tired and injured. Adam cursed himself. Marietta might not have been reared to a life of privilege like he, but she was a lady, through and through. She deserved a bed at the least. Not a blanket just a few feet away from an injured dog. Not him, rutting like a deranged animal.

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