Hal sucked in an angry breath. “They didn’t waste any time. I thought they might at least have restrained themselves until this afternoon.” “Lady Bentley doesn’t strike me as the procrastinating sort,” Leah said guiltily. “It would appear not.” Potter stood statuelike in the doorway, awaiting further instructions. He clearly knew all about the unfortunate piece in the newspaper—Hal would have been surprised had it been otherwise—which was why he’d been informed of the ladies’ arrival. “Are they in the small salon?” he asked. “Yes, my lord.” “All right, thank you, Potter.” The butler withdrew, closing the door gently behind him. “What shall you do about her?” Leah asked. “Avoid her for the time being, until I can think of a way to scotch the rumour.”
What do You think about Compromising The Marquess?
