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there are some specific things you seek in a wife."
    "My requirements?" Gareth looked taken back by the question. "My requirements in a wife are simple, madam. I believe that you will satisfy them."
    "Because I hold lands and the recipes of a plump perfume business? Think twice before you decide that is sufficient to satisfy you, sir. We live a simple life here on Desire.
    Quite boring in most respects. You are a man who is no doubt accustomed to the grand entertainments provided in the households of great lords."
    "I can do without such entertainments, my lady. They hold no appeal for me."
    "You have obviously lived an adventurous, exciting life," Clare persisted. "Will you find contentment in the business of growing flowers and making perfumes?"
    "Aye, madam, I will," Gareth said with soft satisfaction.
    "Tis hardly a career suited to a knight of your reputation, sir."
    "Rest assured that here on Desire I expect to find the things that are most important to me."
    Clare lost patience with his reasonableness. "And just what are those things, sir?"
    "Lands, a hall of my own, and a woman who can give me a family." Gareth reached down and pulled her to her feet as effortlessly as though she were fashioned of thistledown. "You can provide me with all of those things, lady. That makes you very valuable to me. Do not imagine that I will not protect you well. And do not think that I will let you slip out of my grasp."
    "But?"
    Gareth brought his mouth down on hers, silencing her protest.

3
    Gareth had not intended to kiss her. It was no doubt too soon. But she looked so tantalizing sitting there in the shade of an overhanging branch that for once he did not stop to contemplate all the possible consequences of his actions.
    So he did something he rarely allowed himself to do. He surrendered to impulse. And to the new hunger that had arisen deep within himself.
    She would soon be his wife. His desire to learn the taste of her had been clawing silently at his insides since the moment he had plucked her off the convent wall. He was suddenly desperate to know if there was any hope of finding some warmth waiting for him in his marriage bed.
    Likely he was a fool to seek the answer to such a question. Marriage was a matter of duty for Clare.
    She had approached the business in the same manner in which she no doubt concocted her perfumes; she had created an ideal recipe and then attempted to find all the various ingredients combined in one man.
    She was bound to be disappointed that her alchemic brew had failed, and bold enough to make that disappointment plain.
    Logic told Gareth that in spite of her intriguing title, he could not expect much in the way of passion from the lady of Desire. Nevertheless, some deeply buried part of him yearned to find a welcome here on this flowered isle.
    The long years that he and Clare would spend together stretched out ahead for both of them. Gareth hoped those years would not be spent in a cold bed.
    She seemed startled but not frightened by his kiss. Gareth was relieved.
    At least her experience with Nicholas of Seabern had not left her fearful or repulsed by passion.
    Mayhap she had been seduced rather than raped by Nicholas.
    Mayhap she even had some affection for her neighbor. It was possible that she had enjoyed her four days with Nicholas but had not wanted to marry him for some reason that had nothing to do with passion.
    That last thought did not please Gareth.
    Clare stood stiffly in his arms at first, her back rigid, her mouth tightly sealed. A strange sense of despair welled up within him. He wondered if the aura of spring that radiated from the lady was a false one. If she had ice in her veins, he was doomed to a wintry bed.
    It should not matter, but it did.
    By the devil, it mattered.
    And then Clare trembled slightly. She made a tiny little sound and her lips softened beneath his own. Gareth discovered what his senses had suspected from the first. Kissing Clare was like kissing the petals