"Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered on her arm a second too long.
Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center. Download File A Shot at the Duke_ A Witty His -...
Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles." "Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered
Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target. " Arthur teased
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.
"Beginner's luck," Arthur teased, though his hand lingered on her arm a second too long.
Penelope let the string slip. The arrow whistled through the air and thudded—dead center.
Penelope jumped, her arrow skittering across the grass. "Your Grace! You shouldn't sneak up on a woman armed with lethal projectiles."
Lady Penelope Thorne was not looking for a husband, but she was looking for a target.
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.
