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“The hell you are having s*x before you’re married!” The general’s booming voice made Anneliese jump and Hugh’s frown become darker.
He’d just been starting to feel an overpowering sense of relief that she had finally agreed—somewhat voluntarily—to marry him, then she added these ridiculous conditions.
“I’m in earnest, Papa. How would I know if he’s suitable to be my husband if I haven’t…sampled him?”
The general’s face turned a dangerous shade of red at that and Hugh intervened.
“Sir, if I may have a minute with her?”
As soon as the general was out of the room, he baldly lied, “While the fourth condition is unacceptable, I’ll certainly do my part to contribute to the care and feeding of Athos—I’ll treat him as my own…”
She strode for the door.
Why did I ever assume she wouldn’t
