He was pleased with himself. After a quick trip to White’s, he’d discovered Violet’s whereabouts, and if Lady Rimes was here, then Jane would be, too. Standing taller than many of those around him, Robert had the perfect vantage point from which to spot his black-clad quarry, but one swift glance revealed nothing. “Lord Barrington!” Robert turned and faced a slender blonde, a former conquest, Lady Shaw. She wrapped her fingers about his arm as if claiming him. Robert unwound them about to give her a polite set down, but the Earl of Coleford chose the same moment to welcome his late arrival. It was a timely rescue, and Lady Shaw withdrew. “Barrington, I did not expect you, but you are welcome.” Coleford had been a friend of Robert’s father, and the man had a daughter to marry off, so any bachelor within a thousand-mile radius was welcome. Even Robert’s rakish ways were no deterrence when weighed in balance to his title and wealth. “Lord Coleford.” He shook the man’s hand and offered a slight bow.
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