There was a great deal of warmth to be had right here. Thomas drew a long, appreciative swallow. Still, these chairs were closer to the cabinet that housed his father’s supply of spirits and their proximity was more important than mere creature comfort. In spite of the fine spring day, the evening was cool and the warmth of the fire would be welcome. Both were angled toward the massive oak desk that had well served the previous eight Dukes of Roxborough.įor a moment he considered suggesting they move to the sofa facing the fireplace at the far end of the long Effington House library. “It bears repeating.” Thomas sank into a wing chair identical to the one his friend occupied. “You’ve mentioned that already this evening. Randall, Viscount Beaumont, studied him over the rim of his own glass. “Blast it all, I’m a marquess, not a bloody governess.” Thomas Effington, the Marquess of Helmsley and future Duke of Roxborough, drained the glass of brandy he held in his hand and promptly poured another. The dowager’s ball was indeed as grand as. “I daresay, my lord, there are many people. Thomas strode to the baluster overlooking. “Blast it all, I’m a marquess, not a bloody. Who lets me find my own way through the dark forest This book is dedicated with great affection to
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