You Can't Always Get The Marquess You Want - Plot & Excerpts
Lyon had been kind enough to lend her his coach that he planned to join her on the drive home. Instead, he helped her settle into the coach and moved to shut the door. She stalled him by placing her palm against the side of the door. “You are not coming?” The viscount inclined his head. “Pray, forgive me for abandoning you. I confess that I have some unfinished business with that blonde. You know the lady—she was the one who was—” “I am truly sorry about that,” Tempest replied, not wanting any details. “You can offer my apologies to your friend as well.” St. Lyon wiggled his eyebrows in a leering fashion. For a rogue, he was quite charming. “I will,” he promised, and shut the coach’s door. He glanced up at the coachman sitting on the perch. “Look after Lady Tempest, good man.” “Aye, milord,” was the coachman’s gruff reply. With a final wave to St. Lyon, Tempest settled back against the richly appointed compartment to enjoy the drive home. Exhausted, she thought to close her eyes only for a minute.
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