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“Will you think me a terrible cad if I admit that I’m glad to have met you again, Rayne?” The man caressed her name in a way that made her body hum. She hadn’t given him leave to call her Rayne, but she didn’t want him to call her Miss Egerton either. Her given name had never sounded so sensual, so decadent, on anyone else’s lips.
“I’m glad too,” she admitted as she tilted her head back to look up at him.
“Last night was a memory I had planned to cherish and mourn since I did not believe I would see you again,” he murmured. “But it seems fate has other plans for us.”
“It does seem that way,” Rayne replied, breathless. “Where are you headed now, Lord Conway?”
“Oliver, please,” he said. “And I am bound for a Christmas house party in Inverness.”
“Are you?” Rayne wanted to jump in exci
