‘Well, Jason, is that an irate husband demanding satisfaction, or an angry papa that you have consigned to the flames?’ After watching the last of the sheets curl and blacken, the Earl of Aldringham turned to greet his friend. ‘Neither,’ he said, in his habitual drawl. ‘It was - ah - an old frien...
Your position in this respect is perfectly clear: you participate as my companion, not my abigail! Those people down there haven't the faintest idea you've that status!" Suddenly Ashleigh grew thoughtful. "Oh, dear! I've just realized something.... Megan..." She turned to look at her friend who'd...