It was not only what she did or the way she looked.
It was as if the withered, dried-up old Dowagers seated on the dais at balls sensed her voluptuousness, the insatiable fire within her and the unbridled passion that exceeded anything he had ever found in any other woman.
No, the Duke told himself again, his mother would not have approved of Millie and certainly not as his wife!
Yet sooner or later he realised that he had to marry.
He must have an heir for a start and sometimes when he was not surrounded by crowds of friends he found it lonely.
There were moments when he would ride in the morning over the parkland or through the woods at Atherstone Castle on the superlative horses he had spent a fortune on, when he would have liked a companion with him.
He wanted to talk of the esta
