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Andreas watched her leave. "Be damn with her."He only intended a truce. The
red-haired temptress matched his own temper. When she faced him, he got caught up in
a tender moment. He couldn't help but kissing her, savoring her full lips. It didn't
surprise him of her experience in the matter of kissing. Surely the wench was
knowledgeable with other aspects of her profession. That would suit him fine, to bed this
expert one. Thinking of her softness against him, stirred him now.
It would be only a minor disappointment to the man, a husband, who claimed her in
New Orleans to find Claret well adapted to his bed, a harlot of France. This one had
an air about her, but he had been wrong to think for a second her innocent. Several
times he'd thought so, and now knew he had been wrong. She knew her profession well.
Claret defiantly was accomplished at kissing. Evidently she brought shame to her family
in France for her step brother to send her away from France. He even stole from her
father to send her away. Perhaps to avoid shame to the father and family of her
tactlessness.