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Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center.

Penelope looked at the target, then back at the man who had finally made her heart race faster than a hunt. "I suppose that depends on who is doing the seeking." If you'd like to continue the tale, let me know: Should the happen next? Does Lord Ponsonby try to sabotage her? Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. Penelope let the string slip