Angel's devil

Angel’s Devil

Dragging Angelique, the mastiff changed directions to lunge after another bird.
Angel spun around and slammed hard into someone. Startled, she tried to push
away, but Brutus bounded behind them, tangling them in his leash and effectively
binding them together.
Angelique shut her eyes. "I'm so sorry," she mumbled into a broad chest.
"In some African tribes, this would make usmarried," a dry male voice re'turned.
Angel looked up. A tall, lean man with windswept black hair looked down at her
with amused emerald eyes. "In others, it would mean we're being prepared for supper," she returned, suddenly less upset than she had been a moment before.
Her fellow captive grinned. "So is it matrimony, or shall I attempt to untangle us?"SUZANNE ENOCH
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CLS 10 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1For my parents, Joan and Lee,
who have always encouragedme
to use my imagination in all things
And for my Aunt Vivian,
who dreamed about this the night before it happened1
"Papa, I don't remember that we had this much luggage in Calais."
Angelique Graham frowned as yet another dock worker appeared, a stack of hat
boxes in his arms. With France still torn and wounded by the ambitions of
Bonaparte, going shopping in Paris had seemed ratherfrivolous to her, but her
mother and Lady Penston had made the most of the opportunity. And as the women
had now strolled up to the shops at the head of the Dover pier while they waited for
the coaches to be loaded, undoubtedly they were intent on making still more
purchases.
Thomas Graham, the Earl of Niston, chuckled at her. "I do hope two coaches are
enough for us and your mother's things."Angel smiled. "I know, If we'd stayed any longer we'd need an entire caravan."
Her father guided her a few steps away from Lord Penston, who was busily.
directing the loading of their respective coaches. "Your mother's already talking about
making another trip before your wedding," he said in a low voice. "I believe she has
her heart set on you walking down the aisle in a French gown."
Angeliquesighed. "If you would let me marry Simon right away, she could have
found one this trip."
Niston glanced over at the baron. "Angel, we explained that already. A year is
hardly an unusual period of time to wait between an engagement and a wedding."
"But Simon and I want to be married now," she protested. "You know that."
Niston put a hand on her shoulder. "And you know that nine months isn'tthat
long."
"But you won't even let us announce it!"
"We want you to be certain of your decision before we make a public declaration,"
he said soothingly.
"You mean you don't think I'll go through with it, and you don't want to be
embarrassed when I change my mind," she countered.
He frowned, obviously running out of patience. "We think no such—"
"Well, I won't change my mind," Angelique...