Chapter 17
Caroline blushed. It was more difficult than she had expected, trying to seduce a man. She had tried wearing nothing but his dressing gown. She had tried kissing him. She had even tried pulling him down on top of her. Somehow her message was not getting through.
Still, when she had announced that she wouldn’t regret allowing him some… liberties, she had expected him to grin wickedly. To look excited. Lustful, perhaps.
Instead he just looked… stupefied. She suddenly recalled an afternoon many summers ago, when Harrington had taken a cricket bat upside the head. He had staggered around, befuddled, for a good three days.
That was precisely how Henry was looking at her right now.
God, but this was lowering.
“That is,” she stammered into the awkward silence, “I can’t get pregna
