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Her mouth went dry as her gaze slipped from the gown toward the Duke on the other side of the coach. He seemed very happy with himself indeed.
“A gift for me?” she asked. “Why?”
“To replace the one I tore,” he explained. “It was the least I could do.”
Hermione felt the smile fill her cheeks as she looked back down to the gown, thrilled by it. Before her, the Duke was starting to appear a somewhat different man. Yes, it was easy to flirt with him; he had a great sense of humor, was interesting, and she certainly liked him, but beyond the arrogance, there was clearly something else she was starting to discover.
Just like the kindness he had shown the other night when he had pulled her back from the cliff edge, fearing for her, now he was trying to make amends to her for ripping her dress.
There is a kinder heart in his breast than I realized before.
Then the carriage began to jolt from side to side, signifying that they had come off the main road and onto a potholed track.
She looked up, catching the Duke’s gaze.
“Where is it we are going?”
