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She found his answer disturbing to say the least, and felt a pang of jealousy swirl inside her at his response. “Major Marsh, I’m sure you will be happy.” She managed to murmur.

“Oh, are you now. How can you be so sure I’ll be happy?” He questioned, as he raised his eyebrows.

“Well, I would hope you wouldn’t marry unless you thought it would bring you happiness.” She answered, sounding a bit defensive.

“Marriage has nothing to do with happiness.” His tone was very cool. Then as he bent his head and put his lips close to her ear, and he whispered, “Remember if a man wants happiness he has only to look for a mistress.”

His breath felt warm and sensuous on her skin and made her heart pound in her throat. She could feel heat rushing through her bloodstream, and her face felt hot and flushed. Not willing to allow him to affect her this way, she pulled herself back together.

Shocked, she stopped and stood. “Robert your idea of a marriage is warped and perverted. You are the same as every man in England I knew, and that’s the reason I didn’t stay and get married!”

“Where did you get the notion that marriage and happiness went together? Don’t tell me you’re one of those females that believe in love before marriage.” He accused in a mocking tone, narrowing his eyes on her.

“I can only speak for myself and say I would not marry a man I didn’t love. It wouldn’t matter if he were the King of England, King James himself! I will hold out for happiness and love and if that can’t be found, then I guess I’ll stay unmarried.” The minute she spoke she realized she had said way too much, wishing she were a little less outspoken.