“You wagered your freedom against the sheik’s horses?” Anne asked as Cedric paused to finish the last bit of his dinner.
He moved to stand. “Indeed.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“It does not require your belief to be true,” he said, passing her by.
“Aren’t you going to tell me what really happened?”
“If you would join me on the settee, then I shall.”
Anne rose to her feet as well and moved toward him. “And if I don’t?” Anne returned cautiously. She had every intention of joining him, but wanted to see just how much he was up to the challenge of wooing her. Emily was right—Cedric needed a challenge to keep him interested.
“Then your curiosity must forever go unsatisfied.” Cedric felt his way over to the settee and then seated himself. Anne was on the verge of smiling or snorting at his ar
