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tail—not the… Ahhh, it makes doing strenuous activity easy, gets your hair out of your face,” she chided.
“Your hair is now out of your face.” He could not wait to see how she would answer his challenge. With a sigh, she put down her spoon and recognized he was once again, teasing her.
“Okay, this…” she swirled her finger over her head “…is not a hairstyle conducive to any activity except sitting demurely and looking pretty. For fishing or almost any physical activity, a pony tail is much preferred.”
“Well, I must say, you wear the sitting-pretty-and-demure-style rather well. I shall take you fishing so I can also see the pony tail style.”
“Captain, you and your staff are being so gracious but I don’t think I’ll be here long enough for fishing or pony tails. I’ve got to try to get on the road to London in the morning.” At that moment that he was looking at her with his eyes glassed over and there was a muscle twitching at his jaw. Was he angry? He sure looked like he might explode.
Then he did that eyebrow raise thing he did and the footmen in the room disappeared. He used that look very well. She could imagine the privates in his units shaking in their boots and wondered how many of them had actually wet themselves when he called them out for doing something wrong. She was certainly shaking in her shoes under the enormous pressure of being in this house, thinking of the distance she had to travel and the absolute absurdity that she had landed in this dream.
“Miss Ragland, I believe it is time you told me where you are from and how you got to Wilton. The truth would help.”
That stung but she wasn’t surprised he still didn’t believe her. “I know it sounds nuts but the honest truth is I went to bed in my own house and woke up here. I have no idea how I got here. I don’t expect you to believe it or understand it because I don’t either. I just know that I need to make my way back to London so I can figure this thing out.
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Duke of Her Dreams – Olivia Ritch
Maybe catch a ship leaving for America.”
“You’re going to ‘catch a ship’ and that will get you home?”
“That sarcasm is not particularly flattering on you, Captain. It makes you look severe and sound well…mean. But to answer your question, I’m not sure. But staying here…” unless falling asleep with the picture again works … “I truly have no idea how to get home.
“Where is home?”
“The US. I told you that and I’m not lying. Surely you can tell by talking to me and looking at me that I am an American?”
“Actually, your accent is quite unfamiliar as I believe I mentioned earlier. You sound like no one I have ever heard. As to your circumstances, I was now ready for more specifics. Where in America?”
“Okay, so if you thought the part about my being beamed over here was a doozie, well, I am from the state of Alabama which I don’t really think was even a state in your era. It’s in the South.”
Michael shook his head and tried to fathom just how he had landed with such a woman who was a best described as a conundrum. Bright, charming, an honest face and smile, with looks that had grown on him considerably but yet, clinging to a bizarre lack of trust in him. “Miss Ragland? If I concede that you are far from home and don’t know how to get back, will you concede that there is not indeed any reason for your precipitous departure tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. That’s it ?”
“Yes. I can’t really fault your logic. Since I don’t know how to get there, I might as well organize my travel plans better first.”
As the last dish was cleared, Michael wanted to prolong their time together. Being with Kathryn was the most fun he had in years. He had thoroughly enjoyed this verbal contest with her. “Would you care to take a ride with me? I had thought to make my return known to the farmers whose cottages lie along the western boundary of my lands.”
“I would
“Your hair is now out of your face.” He could not wait to see how she would answer his challenge. With a sigh, she put down her spoon and recognized he was once again, teasing her.
“Okay, this…” she swirled her finger over her head “…is not a hairstyle conducive to any activity except sitting demurely and looking pretty. For fishing or almost any physical activity, a pony tail is much preferred.”
“Well, I must say, you wear the sitting-pretty-and-demure-style rather well. I shall take you fishing so I can also see the pony tail style.”
“Captain, you and your staff are being so gracious but I don’t think I’ll be here long enough for fishing or pony tails. I’ve got to try to get on the road to London in the morning.” At that moment that he was looking at her with his eyes glassed over and there was a muscle twitching at his jaw. Was he angry? He sure looked like he might explode.
Then he did that eyebrow raise thing he did and the footmen in the room disappeared. He used that look very well. She could imagine the privates in his units shaking in their boots and wondered how many of them had actually wet themselves when he called them out for doing something wrong. She was certainly shaking in her shoes under the enormous pressure of being in this house, thinking of the distance she had to travel and the absolute absurdity that she had landed in this dream.
“Miss Ragland, I believe it is time you told me where you are from and how you got to Wilton. The truth would help.”
That stung but she wasn’t surprised he still didn’t believe her. “I know it sounds nuts but the honest truth is I went to bed in my own house and woke up here. I have no idea how I got here. I don’t expect you to believe it or understand it because I don’t either. I just know that I need to make my way back to London so I can figure this thing out.
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Duke of Her Dreams – Olivia Ritch
Maybe catch a ship leaving for America.”
“You’re going to ‘catch a ship’ and that will get you home?”
“That sarcasm is not particularly flattering on you, Captain. It makes you look severe and sound well…mean. But to answer your question, I’m not sure. But staying here…” unless falling asleep with the picture again works … “I truly have no idea how to get home.
“Where is home?”
“The US. I told you that and I’m not lying. Surely you can tell by talking to me and looking at me that I am an American?”
“Actually, your accent is quite unfamiliar as I believe I mentioned earlier. You sound like no one I have ever heard. As to your circumstances, I was now ready for more specifics. Where in America?”
“Okay, so if you thought the part about my being beamed over here was a doozie, well, I am from the state of Alabama which I don’t really think was even a state in your era. It’s in the South.”
Michael shook his head and tried to fathom just how he had landed with such a woman who was a best described as a conundrum. Bright, charming, an honest face and smile, with looks that had grown on him considerably but yet, clinging to a bizarre lack of trust in him. “Miss Ragland? If I concede that you are far from home and don’t know how to get back, will you concede that there is not indeed any reason for your precipitous departure tomorrow?”
“Yes.”
“Yes. That’s it ?”
“Yes. I can’t really fault your logic. Since I don’t know how to get there, I might as well organize my travel plans better first.”
As the last dish was cleared, Michael wanted to prolong their time together. Being with Kathryn was the most fun he had in years. He had thoroughly enjoyed this verbal contest with her. “Would you care to take a ride with me? I had thought to make my return known to the farmers whose cottages lie along the western boundary of my lands.”
“I would
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