The Wicked Cousin – a brief extract

It was a long moment before Sebastian could make his lungs work. Finally, he groaned, ‘Hell, Adrian. That is truly evil.’

‘Take it or leave it,’ grinned Lord Sarre. ‘This way you have eight weeks in which to refuse all other wagers whilst allowing your reputation to die a natural death.’

‘You have a very devious mind,’ grumbled Sebastian.

‘I know. Well?’

‘I think I must be mildly insane.’ Mr Audley held out his hand and, when his lordship grasped it, said, ‘All right. I agree. But if something goes disastrously wrong and I end up at the altar, don’t be surprised if I shoot you.’

‘You’re not a complete idiot, Sebastian. If you end up at the alter, it will be because you want to.’

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