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“It’s quite simple, but I believe it will hold up under scrutiny.” The contours of Robyn’s face folded into thoughtful lines. “We fell in love during your convalescence and are secretly betrothed.”

Love?

Betrothed?

She studied him, as taken aback by his lack of rancor over their situation as she was by his quickly contrived scheme.

Why didn’t he seem distraught about his proposition?

Wouldn’t a man resist being forced into a marriage with the same intensity as Lucifer would, compelled to attend a baptism?

Especially since she brought nothing to the union but a high-spirited sister and a small stipend?

Oh, and thanks to Mrs. Wynecott, a tainted reputation and questionable virtue.

Oblivious to Georgine’s internal argument, Robyn continued, “We decided to wait until you had recovered to share our good news with our family and friends—and to pick a wedding date.”

Plausible, but would their sisters and friends believe the taradiddle?

Regina would.

Anything to do with romance made the girl dreamy-eyed, though she might have her feelings hurt because Robyn didn’t return her regard.

Georgine eyed Robyn from beneath her eyelashes.

He had come up with a plan, and a trifle too dashed quick for her comfort. But then again, this situation was beyond the pale and called for extreme measures.

“I do not like lying.” She pursed her mouth. “It’s not an ideal foundation for marital bliss.”

Georgine couldn’t keep the scathing sarcasm out of her tone.

Was she considering his offer?

How could she?

She could bear the sordid tattle, whispers, and sly glances—the snubbing too.

But Regina…

She was the social butterfly and a romantic at heart as well.

Georgine was not.

Too young to remember their father’s abuse, Regina regarded love and marriage with an innocent’s fairytale ideals.

Would that she-devil’s forked tongue truly destroy any chance of marriage for Regina?

Robyn hesitated, something other than vexation darkening his brown eyes. “If I thought there was another way… But I shan’t allow your name—or our sisters’—to be dragged through the muck.”

Good God.

Marriage.

To Robyn.

“What say you, Georgine?” His tender smile made her heart trip over itself. “I promise to be a good husband and father.”

Father?