The ride back to the house was stifling. Haven groaned in mortification as she thought back to the horrendous scene in the pasture. Although, she understood how the duke would assume she was trying to run away, she didn't like his reaction.
Ugh, the duke. He was pissed. Glancing over, she wondered how he could be so angry yet look so tasty. His strong, capable hands held the reins in a well-practiced grip, and a dark curl over his brow made him look like a dashing pirate, ready to climb aboard the nearest ship and r****h a fair maiden. A warm flush bloomed, and she shuddered. She couldn't take her eyes from his strong, handsome profile even when it turned the waves of nervousness in her stomach to birds in flight. Heat, purposeful and undeniable, rose from her core, blanketing her with it
