He knew he shouldn’t be here—as a rule, dukes were not supposed to stand bareheaded on their front steps like shopkeepers—but today was an exception. Lizzie was going to call on her sisters and mother at Marchbourne House. She would be gone only a few hours at most, and she would be back at the Chase in time to sup with Hawke this evening. It was an ordinary though pleasant event in a London lady’s life.Except that it wasn’t, not for Hawke. It was the first time since he’d married Lizzie that she’d gone anywhere without him. He hadn’t objected, of course; he didn’t intend to be one of those overbearing boors of a husband.Since that disastrous ride in the park last week, he’d done his best to be agreeable and obliging, playing the part of a devoted, ardent lover. He’d taken Lizzie to the opera and the playhouse, to stroll in Green Park and toss bread crumbs to the ducks, to the fairground to marvel at the rope dancers and eat strawberries and cream, and to Spring Garden to the museum of curiosities.He hadn’t mentioned his father again.
What do You think about When The Duchess Said Yes?
