Scoundrel For Hire (Velvet Lies, Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
For a moment, no one spoke. No one moved. And no sound resonated through the room but the crumbling of her heart. Who was this Fiona Fairgate? The idea that Rafe's mother might actually be alive, and standing in her foyer, sickened Silver. Her stomach roiling, she gazed at his frozen profile. Had Rafe lied to her that night in the parlor? Had he made up the whole poignant story of his mother's death to woo a naive woman who'd dared to sit beside him in her nightdress? Rafe pasted on one of his inane smiles. If he hadn't turned so ashen, she might have thought the news of his caller hadn't troubled him in the least. "My mother, you say?" His chuckle was a trifle high-pitched. "Lud, Bennie, old boy." He dismissed the butler's announcement with a limp wave of his handkerchief. "Mrs. Fairgate is lampooning you." "Is she indeed, Your Grace?" If Benson's sneer piqued him, Rafe did a masterful job of concealing it. "Just so. Mrs. Fairgate helped rear me after Mummy died. I daresay she considers me one of her own." Benson didn't look impressed.
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