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"Breathe," he whispered near her ear. "Release on the exhale."

"I am not 'most ladies,'" Penelope said, notches her arrow. "If I win, my father stops trying to marry me off to Lord Ponsonby, a man who has the personality of damp wool." Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...

He stepped behind her, his chest inches from her back. He reached around, his large hands steadying hers. The air between them suddenly felt thicker than the summer humidity. "Breathe," he whispered near her ear

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