The Reluctant Flirt — Elizabeth Mansfield

A reckless young gambler learns why love always holds the winning hand

Philip's strong arms tightened about her, and his lips pressed against hers with an intensity that seemed, to Augusta, as genuine as her own.

"I... b-beg your pardon, " he stammered breathlessly, when heat last let her go. "It was my fault, Philip, "Augusta said, short of breath and blushing a fiery red.

Philip Denham got unsteadily to his feet and wondered: Would she have a greater success at the game than he wished? Had he gone too far--taught her too much?