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"I believe you’re out of bounds, Mrs Douglas," Caround her teeth "I see that, lish, "That was perhaps not, as you English say, very sporting"

"Games are played to win," Cameron said "And we’re Scottish"

The count looked into the undergrowth and then down at his well-polished shoes "I will fetch the ball for you, signora," he said without much enthusiasm

Which would leave Ainsley alone with Cameron "No, indeed, I’ll find it myself Won’t be a tick"

Ainsley turned and ran for the undergrowth before the count could do more than make a token protest She hadn’t missed the relief on the count’s face that he wouldn’t have to take his pristine suit into the bushes, nor had she missed the slow smile on Cameron’s

It was cool under the trees, the mud sticky Ainsley walked about ten yards into the woods before she spied the painted stripe on the ball under the thickest bush She stuck her mallet into the brush and thrashed around for it

"Allow y, no explanation His longer arm allowed his mallet to reach under the brush, and in a few seconds, he scraped Ainsley’s ball back to bare mud

"Thank you" She started to tap the ball back, not wanting to pick up the , but Lord Cameron’s body was in her way A screen of trees blocked the them effectively alone

"Why are you all buttoned up like that?" Caaze down the blackberry-shaped buttons of her bodice A sht when Isabella had coerced her into buying it Gray with darker gray piping along the little peplu collar trimmed with a bit of black lace

"You were happy to bare all last night," Cameron said He let his mallet handle hover an inch from her chest "Your bodice was down to here"

Ainsley cleared her throat "Low neckline for evening, high for oas too revealing, but Isabella had said: "It has to be, darling I’ll not have my dearest friend look like a frumpy matron"

"This doesn’t suit you," Cameron said

"I can’t help the fashion, Lord Caer "Undo this"

Ainsley jumped "What?"

"Unbutton your damned frock"

She nearly choked "Why?"

"Because I want you to" Cameron’s smile spread across his face, slow and sinful, and his voice went low Dangerous "Tell las How many buttons will you undo forto her Lord Ca in front of Ainsley, asking her to unfasten her bodice for hirave; croquet on the Duke of Kilan’s front lawn

"How many?" Cameron repeated

All of them Ainsley wanted to tear open the placket and sink down into the mud and let the brand-new dress be ruined

"Three," she croaked