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"And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur replied, stepping into the light with a smirk that didn't quite reach his guarded eyes.

"You're gripping the riser too tightly, Lady Penelope," a deep voice drawled. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center. "And you shouldn't be poaching my deer," Arthur

"Ponsonby is a bore," Arthur conceded, walking toward her. "But your form is still tragic. Anchor your hand to your jaw. Don't look at the arrow; look at the gold center." The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center

With a heavy mahogany bow in hand and a quiver of arrows cinched at her waist, she marched into the clearing of the Duke of Ashbourne’s sprawling estate. She didn't notice the Duke himself—the notoriously brooding and impossibly handsome Arthur Vance—leaning against an oak tree just past the practice hay bales.