"When we're married, we'll make a place for your cousin in the household. Never fear, dear duchess. I will love her as you do." Eleanor flushed. Mr. Knight had a way of saying the right thing and lighting a glow in her heart. He would hate her when he found out the truth. But she wouldn't let that dismal prospect ruin tonight. Tonight he belonged to her. As she moved with him, he filled her vision, soaked into her pores. Occasionally she would catch a whiff of his essence, like bracing cold air, spicy cinnamon bark... clean white sheets. While around him, she must think of things like pleasure and beds. It might lead to... pleasure and beds."