Free After the Abduction by Sabrina Jeffries

him!” He whirled to face her once more. His haunted eyes gleamed in the dimness, and his features were twisted into anger. “I think I’ve proved that sufficiently.”
    His denial struck a dagger to her heart, and she began to tremble. Surely, he didn’t mean to continue in his lies after what they’d just shared. How could he? “Please, Morgan, don’t—”
    “I’m not Morgan!” He glanced away. “I’m not.” Only his shaky hand shoving his beautiful, thick hair from his face belied his seeming control. “And another thing: no woman ruined by a man waits two years to hunt him down when her family is spoiling for vengeance. She doesn’t hide the truth from them, and she doesn’t come in secret to accuse her supposed debaucher.”
    His gaze swung back to her as he dropped his voice. “She certainly doesn’t let him kiss her intimately. Your encounter with my brother wasn’t ‘wicked’ at all, was it? This was merely another of your little tests.”
    He did mean to deny it all! Of all the infernal, dastardly—
    “But now you should realize,” he went on, twisting the dagger, “that your attempts to paint me the villain are pointless. I’m not the man you seek. You’ll never prove I am.”
    If she’d had one of his horrible weapons in her hand right now, he’d be dead for certain. That he could stand here and kiss her with such passion, then deny that it meant anything, deny their entire past together, while she still tasted him on her lips…
    Very well, she could play that game. Lord knows she’d seen enough games played in society to manage one of her own. If that’s what it took to make him confess the truth. “You’re right. It was a test. But you passed.”
    Her sudden change of tactic made him eye her with suspicion. “I did?”

    “Certainly. First, by your reaction to my calling you Morgan. And second, because you kiss nothing like him.”
    “You mean because he didn’t kiss you intimately.”
    “No. Because he put more feeling into it. Like the rogue he was, Morgan kissed with great abandon.” She’d die before she admitted that his lordship had done the same. If he could deceive her without remorse, he deserved this. “Of course, that’s to be expected of a reckless adventurer. His sort excel at inflaming women’s passions. Whereas you—” She broke off, as if the rest were perfectly obvious.
    He gazed at her mulishly. “Whereas I what?”
    “You’re a gentleman, of course. You’re much too proper to kiss recklessly, and certainly you’d never attempt to inflame a woman’s passion.”
    “You can’t tell me that my brother kissed you with more passion, for I know otherwise. His kiss was—” He broke off, realizing his error too late. “You’ve already said that his kisses were perfectly chaste.”
    Aha! Finally she’d pierced his infernal armor. She hadn’t told him there’d been only one kiss; he’d slipped up already. Let him believe she’d given up her suspicions—it would lull him into lowering his guard. She’d use his own arrogance against him, batter his pride at every opportunity with “perfectly innocent” comments about the past.
    She shrugged. “Chaste? Well, that’s a different matter entirely. His kiss may have been ‘chaste,’ as you put it, but it was still thrilling.” She could hardly suppress her smile at the lovely effect her words had on Lord Templemore. He looked positively offended. “I mean, your kisses are perfectly adequate, but—”
    “Adequate!” he thundered.
    “But it’s understandable,” she hastened on, warming to this new tactic. “Morgan was a man of the world, whereasyou’ve preferred to remain out of it. You can’t have had too many encounters with the fair sex while isolated on this estate. For all I know, you may not even like women—”
    “What the devil—” he roared. “I am not of that persuasion, madam!”
    She blinked, unsure what he meant. “What persuasion?”
    The outrage in his face faded