![]() ![]() ![]() Miranda wouldn't put it past her to put a pistol to his back and march him north herself. There was no telling what Olivia would do. Olivia was intensely loyal, and she would never betray Miranda's trust, but still, Turner was her brother. ![]() It would not be easy to keep this a secret from Olivia, but she had to try. Miranda took a deep breath and walked over to the door. Miranda looked up with a startled expression and didn't say anything. This should be a moment of joy, but instead all she wanted to do was cry.Ī knock sounded on her bedroom door. She would have him- after so many years of dreaming, she would actually be Lady Turner, but she would be nothing but a duty. He might not love her, but surely she had not misjudged him so completely. For once, he could bloody well come to her.Īnd he would, wouldn't he? He was a gentleman. And she was sick of chasing him and waiting for him and hoping and praying that maybe one day he'd come to love her. As much as she did not wish to use an innocent life to force a marriage that was obviously not fated to occur, how could she deny her child his birthright? But the thought of traveling to London was pure agony. What was she to do? She had to tell Turner there was no getting around that. ![]()
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