Chapter Thirty-Six
“I sincerely hope your intentions are honorable,” the duke’s voice cut in between them like a knife.
They jumped apart.
“I understand from Lord Wickford that you are not who you’ve presented yourself to be, Lord Rossburke,” Warwick said, putting his hands on his hips.
“Er, no.” James had the grace to look slightly guilty, although Margaret wasn’t sure if it was because he’d lied about his identity or because he’d just been caught kissing her.
“Well, then, I expect I’ll be receiving a request very soon?” Warwick asked.
“A request?” Margaret repeated.
“For your hand,” her brother spelled out.
“Oh.”
“I wish I could.” James turned to her. “I would love nothing more than to propose to Margaret.” He turned back to Warwick. “I love her more than I’d ever imagined I
