Lord Trent tapped his glass as he stood from the head of the dinner table. “My ward has been the sole source of entertainments to our party so far and I find I could not be outdone. The annual spring dance at a neighbor of ours looks to be cancelled at the last because of a house fire. No live...
She’d been so tender with him the previous night when he’d battled his demons, he couldn’t wait to throw off the restrictions of a clandestine affair—and all the lies he’d told. He’d been feeling more and more like a thief, and it wasn’t a sensation he’d enjoyed. But now he’d accepted that every ...