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“Whenever have I taken anything from you, pray tell?” She shook her head. “Dear Lord, you have lost your marbles!”

“We are in agreement there.”

“You humiliated me in front of Caroline and Langley.”

“That was never my intention. I only meant to tease you.”

“I do not believe you.” She shoved her notebook under his nose. “Where is the letter?”

He cocked his head to the side.

“The letter,” she repeated. “There was a letter in the book. I want it back.”

“Ah, yes.” He strode to his jacket draped over a chair and withdrew the envelope containing the secret that could ruin her forever from its inner pocket.

She held out her hand.

“Who is it from?” he questioned. “A secret suitor?”

Rebecca scoffed. “Absurd.”

She refused to answer when he raised a brow. Thankfully, he returned the letter without pressing the matter. Rebecca let out a deep breath.

“You tore a page from my book. Why?”

“You hadn’t sketched Langley in the drawing yet.”

“I—” Rebecca clamped her mouth shut. His statement pulled the air from her lungs. How was she to respond to that?

“I do not want you to sketch him into the picture.”

“Why?”

“I want you to sketch me.”

Rebecca blinked up at Wolfstan.

Him?

Thump,thump,thump, went her heart.

Before she could absorb his words, he caught her once again by surprise and swept her up in his arms, his mouth descending on hers. The scent of him enveloped her in a dizzy rush. Her anger momentarily melted as her breath caught on his tongue.

This close, Wolfstan wreaked havoc with her senses. His arms, gentle in their hold, defied the urgency in which his mouth moved over hers. He pulled her closer, and Rebecca unthinkingly lifted onto her toes to meet his demand. She was swept up in a whirl of foreign sensations that courted a monumental lapse in judgment. Yet her mind refused to dwell on anything logical.

Someone knocked on the door.

“Wicke?”

Rebecca tore herself away from Wolfstan, her hand closing over her mouth as her gaze darted between him and the door.

Caroline.

Wolfstan cleared his throat. “Yes?”

“Have you seen Rebecca? She is not in her room.”

Rebecca shut her eyes.