Page 122 of Saving Miss Pratt

He tugged her even closer. “If it is, I’m guilty as well. We shall burn in hellfire together.” He lifted her chin with his finger and gave her a kiss. “Although I take issue with your sense of humor when assigning me patients.”

“I couldn’t resist. I hope his injury wasn’t serious.”

“Nothing time won’t cure.”

“I wish everyone could be this happy.”

“So that everyone would burn?”

She slapped him on the chest. “No, silly. I was thinking about Lady Honoria and Lord Nash.”

“Ugh! Now why did you have to go ruin my mood by mentioning him?”

“There’s something sad about him, Timothy. I don’t know what, but I think everyone has done him a disservice. He’s not as bad as everyone paints him.”

Timothy shot her a dubious look. “Perhaps someone has whackedyouon the head with a shoe. Shall I examine you?”

She giggled. “Later. When we’re home. But seriously, perhaps Lord Nash needs someone to save his reputation as you tried to save mine.”

“It would be a tall order.”

“Was I worth it?”

“Every torturous moment,” he teased.

He pulled the curtains on the carriage closed, deciding not to wait until they were home to show her just how much saving her meant to him.

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