His Wicked Christmas Wager (2012) - Plot & Excerpts
Lady Caroline Fallowfield peered through the window of the hired hack, her nose wrinkling in disgust. Though from all she had heard, this did look exactly the sort of low haunt Lord Sinclair frequented these days. “Oh yes ma’am,” Arbuthnot assured her. “And he’s still inside?” She could not imagine anyone willingly spending their evenings in a hovel like this. When they’d crossed the bridge into Southwark, she had imagined she might end up somewhere quaint and full of character. Not this ramshackle building, its roof slumped over mouldering piles which looked ready to slide into the Thames should the next tide turn with too much vigour. “Yes ma’am,” Arbuthnot said again. “I’ve had the nipper keeping a close watch.” He pointed to the ragged urchin running up and down outside the Crossed Oars, aggressively accosting every passer-by. “How can he possibly keep watch while he is so busy begging?”
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