Chapter Thirteen
As Warwick walked up the stairs to the drawing room with Miss Rowan following, his mind flew back and forth between desperately wanting to be alone with her and wondering what in the world he was going to say to her. How should he behave?
It was the oddest thing. Never in his life had he been in such a quandary. He’d always known how to behave. He was a duke! And before then, he’d been heir to one. He took the lead. He was, usually, the highest-ranking person in the room. Everyone always deferred to him.
This strange woman didn’t seem to realize this, and he wasn’t certain he wanted her to. He enjoyed her honesty. The forthright way she treated him most of the time—as a man, not a duke.
Not only that, but he wanted to get to know her. How could he do that if she were
