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after Jane Austen’s most renowned hero.
    Hawk’s lips twisted. Pia had wound up with Mr. Darcy, so all should be right with the world. Except Mr. Darcy was a damn cat, and Hawk surmised that he’d been cast as the villainous Mr. Wickham in this drama.
    Still, he bent and rubbed the cat behind the ears. The feline allowed the contact and then moved to rub himself against Hawk’s leg, leaving behind a trail of stray animal hairs on Hawk’s pants.
    When Hawk straightened, he caught Pia’s look of surprise.
    â€œWhat?” he asked. “You look astonished that I’d cozy up to your cat.”
    â€œI thought you would be a dog person,” Pia responded. “Aren’t all of you aristocrats fond of canines? Fox hunting and such?”
    Hawk smiled. “Afraid I’d feed Puss ’n Boots here to the dogs?”
    â€œThe possibility wouldn’t bear thinking about except that you’ve already proven yourself to be a wolf in sheep’s clothing,” Pia retorted.
    He gave a feral grin and then, just to annoy her, allowed his gaze to travel over her. “And are you Little Red Riding Hood? Is that the fairy tale you prefer these days?”
    â€œI don’t prefer any fairy tales,” she shot back. “N-not anymore.”
    Hawk’s smile faded. She didn’t believe in fairy tales anymore, and he felt responsible for robbing her of her innocence in more ways than one.
    Of course, all that made it even more imperative that he change her mind and get her to accept his help. He intended to make restitution of sorts.
    He pulled some papers from the inside pocket of his blazer. “I suspected that you might have a change of heart once you had a chance to think about what you were getting into with Lucy.”
    â€œYou were the one who wanted time to review the contract!” she accused. “I’m within my rights to change my mind, and if you don’t have any recourse, you have only yourself to blame.”
    It was true that when Pia had handed Lucy her standard written wedding services contract on Monday, before she’d left Hawk’s house, he’d taken the contract in hand and had asked to review it. But only because he’d thought it would give him another opportunity to interact with her when he brought it back to her.
    He’d come here this afternoon directly from work, and was still wearing a navy business suit.
    The discussion of the contract, he told himself, would afford him a chance to change her low opinion of him. Maybe he could begin to demonstrate that he wasn’t quite the reprobate she thought he was. Not anymore.
    â€œI did do as I said,” he acknowledged, unfolding the paper in his hand. “I did review it.”
    Pia arched a brow. “One wonders why you don’t bringthe same thoroughness and discrimination to your choice of dates.”
    Hawk stifled the dry chuckle that rose unbidden. “You’ve done some research on me, I take it.”
    Pia nodded. “The internet is a wonderful thing. I believe you were referred to on at least one occasion as Jolly Lord James, his Rollicking Rowdy Ruffianness?”
    â€œRuffian?” Hawk rubbed the bridge of his nose with his finger. “Ah, yes, I believe I had my nose broken at least once in a brawl. A useful thing once I became Hawkshire, as I was able to live up to the profile implied.”
    â€œCharming.”
    â€œAnd did your research also reveal how I succeeded to the title of Duke of Hawkshire?” he asked with deceptive casualness.
    Pia shook her head. “I believe the tabloids were already fully occupied with your ne’er-do-well travails.”
    â€œSo I’ve heard,” he deadpanned. “Much to my regret, however, my sojourn as the rollicking younger son of the previous Duke of Hawkshire was cut short when my older brother died from injuries sustained in a boating accident.”
    He saw Pia