Three Nights With A Scoundrel: A Novel - Plot & Excerpts
He was back on the same street corner where he’d met Lily in less than ten minutes’ time.Incredible. Had that entire blissful interlude really lasted less than ten minutes? He would make the memory last a lifetime. Her hot, sweet words sliding over his neck. The heady scent of her body, an intoxicating blend of citron and rosemary and feminine musk. Her fingertips, gliding along his …Not now, he told himself. Not now.The pistol he’d dropped was, as expected, gone. Vanished into the night—or rather, into the hand of some lucky passerby. Something that valuable and shiny wouldn’t lie about unclaimed on a London street corner for more than a minute or two. Down the street, carriages were jostling for space, preparing to accommodate the departing guests. The immediate vicinity, however, was quiet and deserted.So here he was. Alone, unarmed, and late for his appointment with Death. What happened now?He stood there for a few minutes, just waiting to see if anything would occur.When it didn’t, he started to walk.He walked back to his house along his usual route, ambling down the streets and avenues.
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