"How good to see you, Miss Jones." That debonair tone, the friendly press of his hand upon mine. It was such a contrast to our final moments in the cottage that I couldn't help but smirk. "Thank you for having me," I replied, loudly enough for the duke to hear. "But I haven't," said Armand under his breath. "So far." I tugged back my hand. "Ever the gentleman, aren't you?" "I try. Come aboard, waif. Come and experience a gentleman's world."