“Of course, some chaps might have been put off by the fact that you’re clever,” Morgan continued. “Or by that wickedly sharp tongue of yours. But not all.” He tilted his head. “In fact, the only way to be completely sure a man isn’t after your money now would be to remember who spoke to you before you were rich.”
“You spoke to me,” she countered tartly. “Is that a proposal, Captain Davies?”
His eyes glittered in appreciation of her calling his bluff, but his lips curved into that devilish smile that haunted her dreams. “Would you like it to be, Miss Montgomery?”
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