To Trust A Rogue (The Heart Of A Duke Book 8) - Plot & Excerpts
According to Aunt Dorothea, Marcus hadn’t come to her small dinner gathering in five years. Pain twisted in Eleanor’s belly. By that small detail and the fury in his eyes just yesterday afternoon, she gathered he’d not forgiven her flight. In his mind, she was likely the traitorous, capricious creature who’d engaged in a mere flirtation and then tired of him. Then, isn’t that what she’d hoped he’d believed of her? For neither of the alternatives she’d run through in her terrorized mind would have ever been good. Had Marcus discovered the truth of that night, the young gentleman she’d fallen in love with would have either risked his life on a field of honor, or worse, shunned her for the shame that had befallen her. Both prospects had shattered her inside. It was best he did not come tonight. Or any night. Seeing him earlier today had only roused the dreams she’d once carried in her heart—of him, them. Happiness. Love— “You’re fidgeting, gel.”
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