The duke and his duchess had come strolling through the gates the instant his carriage had rolled to a stop in front of the massive town house, thwarting his plans to whisk Gabby away to a secluded spot.He had been paying call for the past three days, and he still hadn’t been spared a moment alone with her. It seemed her damned brothers would always be underfoot. At the moment, Richard and Drew were taking turns interrupting them in the drawing room. He and Gabby could barely speak a sentence without one of her brothers popping in to ask a question or retrieve an item.Gabby didn’t seem to notice in her excitement. “Do you think the rumors are true? Could Lord Corby truly have a Rembrandt?”Her eyes shone brightly, their color an iridescent shade similar to her lavender gown.“We’ll soon find out.” He pushed a strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers lingering on her ivory cheek. She would rival any artist’s masterpiece, but to speak this sentiment aloud would make him feel awkward.
