The Soldier's Scoundrel (The Turner Series, #1)

by Cat Sebastian

He turned down the lane that led, with any luck, to the inn, but something made him balk. Now, why in hell did he feel like he ought to be heading back to Branson Court? There was nothing left for him to do there. Mrs. Wraxhall had her letters, Jack had his money, everyone was satisfied. Except for how they weren’t. Mr. Wraxhall was under the impression that his wife harbored pornographic longings for a former lover. Mrs. Durbin thought her daughter had been about to commit an act of hardened criminality. And he had left Mrs. Wraxhall alone to sort it all out, which was especially poor payment for her having gone out of her way to protect a perfect stranger. And the Wraxhalls—a decent pair of people who were generous to their servants—were going to go back to London to be social outcasts once again. That last bit really shouldn’t have bothered him in the least. What did Jack care for social standing? Today, of all days—he remembered the money on the nightstand—he ought to have no respect for class. And yet it did bother him. More to the point, he felt that Oliver would think he ought to do more. Oliver, whose opinion ought to be the farthest thing from Jack’s mind. Jack found that he wanted the Wraxhalls to be happy. Because maybe, just maybe, if there could be a happy ending for such an unlikely pair as the Wraxhalls, there could be one for someone as tarnished and wrong and twisted as he was—maybe Sarah, maybe even Georgie. And if getting a voucher to bloody Almack’s was...