It was uncertain who’d raised the white flag of surrender first. To Miss Mary’s mind, it was the arrogant and handsome Lord Paul. After all, he did propose in the midst of a bickering match. But, then again, he also came to her rescue when her reputation was in danger of being ruined. So perhaps they’d call it even… Or not. Lord Paul's intentions may be decent for once, but Mary has little choice but to fight against this engagement. After all, it was her silly mishap that got him into this mess. The least she can do is get him out of it. And he does want out of it...doesn't he? She might have harbored an infatuation with the neighbor boy all those years ago, but he'd never seen her that way. Although now that they're older, the sparks that fly between them aren't quite the same. And when he kisses her, there's an entirely new sort of heat between them. One that's not so bad, really. In fact, a lady might just get used to kissing her arch nemesis...