“I find it difficult to believe you will suffer socially if I marry. I am sorry you feel that way but, the fact is, I am marrying Lady Prudence.”A scowl marred her lovely brow, her lips forming a thin line, her tears apparently forgotten. Kolton steeled himself for a scathing retort, but her expression suddenly changed; the frown disappeared, her shoulders dropping in defeat. “I understand,” she said with a martyred sigh. “But, tell me what made you decide to marry now? And Lady Prudence of all people? I never thought she was someone you would ever consider suitable.”Kolton gave Lady Whenton an arched look. “Suitable? Why wouldn’t I consider Lady Prudence suitable?” He kept his tone carefully neutral, but his former lover appeared not to notice the sudden chill that entered his voice.“Well,” Lady Whenton clasped her hands behind her back, subtly—or not so subtly, in his opinion—showing off the slim figure he had once found quite arousing. “You have to admit that she is not your usual type.”This pricked Kolton more than a little.
