Chapter 23

Harry seemed stunned that she could see through him so easily. Instead of being annoyed, however, he stared at her with stark longing. "Poppy, I have to have you."

Reaching her in two steps, he took her into his arms. Her heart thumped with sudden force, and she let her head fall back naturally as she waited for the warm pressure of his mouth. When nothing happened, however, she opened her eyes and glanced at him quizzically.

"Aren't you going to kiss me?"

"No. I don't want your judgment clouded." But he brushed his lips against her forehead before he continued. "Here are your choices, as I see them. First, you could go to Hampshire in a cloud of social scorn, and content yourself with the knowledge that at least you didn't get trapped into a loveless marriage. Or you could marry a man who wants you beyond anything, and live like a queen." He paused. "And don't forget the country house and carriage."

Poppy could not contain a smile. "Bribery again."