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10 Lord, I can’t let him kiss me again. I seem to lose all good sense when I do. Rosalind stepped back from Ashton and attempted to start a conversation. “It is kind of you to let the tenants stay here.” She hadn’t told him that before, but she’d wanted to. He stared at her intently. “I’m not a brute, Rosalind.” She had the impression he was attempting to convey something about how he intended to deal with her. “Are you a mind reader as well?” She kept her tone light, doing her best to tease him back. Outside of her brothers, teasing remarks had always gotten her ears soundly boxed. His lips twitched again. “A mind reader?” Rosalind had the sudden desire to see him smile more fully. “Ashton, you are far too serious. Why don’t you smile more often?” He curled an arm around her waist