Everyone knew what happened. Everything about him felt superior. He was known as the Rebellious Duke, the Spare. Aware of his gaze, I did my best not to shrink under it. I needed this position. I accepted the governess position to help support my mother. The Duke never planned on getting married or having children but, unexpectedly, he became their guardian. I was happy to take over their care. Most of the time he stayed in his office. We avoided one another. He cut a rather imposing figure, tall with a muscular athletic build, at least 10 years my senior. Good looking but cold, seemingly uncaring, and aloof. Then he started to change. The way he began looking at me, drew me in. I was always interested in the children, now I am interested in him also. Could it be possible we were falling in love despite all our differences