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"I have my moments," Arthur said softly. "But if you win that tournament, you'll be the most sought-after woman in England. Is that truly the 'freedom' you want?"

"Breathe," he whispered near her ear. "Release on the exhale."

Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes.

"Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered on her arm a second too long. "I have my moments," Arthur said softly

Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.

He stepped behind her, his chest inches from her back. He reached around, his large hands steadying hers. The air between them suddenly felt thicker than the summer humidity. "Release on the exhale

Penelope looked at the target, then back at the man who had finally made her heart race faster than a hunt. "I suppose that depends on who is doing the seeking." If you'd like to continue the tale, let me know: Should the happen next? Does Lord Ponsonby try to sabotage her?