You are acting dicked in the nob, you fool! Did you not say she has gone to visit a friend?” Andrew’s best friend since Oxford slumped in his chair, before he picked up his glass of brandy from the desk. “Indeed, she has.” “Then let it rest.” Andrew sighed. He had come here to seek information and his friend had paid him little attention. Instead, Dicky worried about his wife. He need not have bothered himself—the woman could hold her own. “When you marry and your wife is days away from delivering your child, I will remind you of this conversation,” Dicky snarled. Andrew rolled his eyes. If that day ever comes. Yet the thought of marriage flashed up a vision of the Duchess of Holsworthy in his mind. He barely knew her, but seeing the love she held for her child, well… It made him long for a family of his own. Let alone to bed her. That would certainly be no hardship. Andrew’s cock stirred in his breeches. He shifted in his seat. “Why are you here, anyway?” “Why, I appreciate the warm welcome,”
