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Out on the Cutting Edge (Matthew Scudder #7) Lying Season (Experiment in Terror #4)

He touched her chin, brought his lips to hers. Any week, he murmured, any month, any hour.

Would you like me to fetch you some more water? Sophie asked solicitously.He shook his head. Tea. Please.

Crucible of Gold (Temeraire #7)

She shot to her feet. I’ll go get it.Ill get it, Mrs. Crabtree said firmly.Would you like help? Sophie asked timidly. Something about this pair made her feel like she were ten years old. They  were both short and squat, but they positively exuded authority.

Eye Of The Needle

Mrs. Crabtree shook her head. A fine housekeeper I am if I can’t prepare a pot of tea.Sophie gulped. She couldn’t tell whether Mrs. Crabtree was miffed or joking. I never meant to imply—

Mrs. Crabtree waved off her apology. Shall I bring you a cup?

You shouldn’t fetch anything for me, Sophie said. I’m a ser—Oh, no, she groaned, trying to keep her voice to herself. The last thing she wanted was for the viscount to stumble across her sitting alone in the hall. She knew she was by herself by choice, but he’d probably think she’d fled the gathering because she was a social failure and all the ton shared his opinion of her—that she was an impertinent, unattractive menace to society.

Menace to society? Kate’s teeth clamped together. It would take a long, long time before she’d forgive him that insult.But still, she was tired, and she didn’t feel like facing him just then, so she hitched up her skirts by a few inches to save her from tripping and ducked into the doorway next to her bench. With any luck, he and his paramour would walk on by, and she could scoot back into the music room, no one being the wiser.

Stranded with a Billionaire (Billionaire Boys Club #1)

Kate looked around quickly as she shut the door. There was a lighted lantern on a desk, and as her eyes adjusted to the dimness, she realized she was in some sort of office. The walls were lined with books, although not enough for this to be the Bridgertons’ library, and the room was dominated by a massive oak desk. Papers lay on top in neat piles, and a quill and inkpot still sat on the blotter.Clearly this office was not just for show. Someone actually worked here.

Kate wandered toward the desk, her curiosity getting the better of her, and idly ran her fingers along the wooden rim. The air still smelled faintly of ink, and maybe the slightest hint of pipe smoke.All in all, she decided, it was a lovely room. Comfortable and practical. A person could spend hours here in lazy contemplation.

But just as Kate leaned back against the desk, savoring her quiet solitude, she heard an awful sound.The click of a doorknob.

With a frantic gasp, she dove under the desk, squeezing herself into the empty cube of space and thanking the heavens that the desk was completely solid, rather than the sort that rested on four spindly legs.Barely breathing, she listened.

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