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Arthur straightened, his curiosity piqued. "Freedom? Most ladies of the ton are content with embroidery and gossip."

"I am not poaching," she snapped, retrieving her arrow. "I am practicing for the Midsummer Tournament. My father’s honor—and my own freedom—depends on it."

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.

Penelope looked at the target, then back at the man who had finally made her heart race faster than a hunt. "I suppose that depends on who is doing the seeking." If you'd like to continue the tale, let me know: Should the happen next? Does Lord Ponsonby try to sabotage her? Arthur straightened, his curiosity piqued

"Hardly," Penelope laughed, turning in his arms. The wit that usually protected her failed as she looked up at him. "Perhaps the Duke of Ashbourne is good for something other than scowling at garden parties."

"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes. "I am practicing for the Midsummer Tournament

"I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow. "If I win, my father stops trying to marry me off to Lord Ponsonby, a man who has the personality of damp wool."