“Where are you going?” asked Sheridan when he entered his friend’s bedchamber and discovered Richard’s valet easing him into his coat. “I have an engagement,” said Richard, “with a lady.” “So I gathered. You do not usually dress so fine for a visit to the club. Do I know her?” “Oh yes, but I hesitate to mention her name, knowing how you feel about her, old friend.” Sheridan’s dark brows came together, and he said coldly, “Lady Olivia. I might have known.” He watched as his friend splashed on a liberal dose of cologne. “An assignation, is it?” Richard shook his head. “No, I fear it will be a rather large group. A picnic in the country or some such boring interlude. However, one must pay one’s dues in order to win the prize.” Drew frowned. “The prize being?” “Lady Olivia’s virtue, of course.
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