The Day of the Duchess (Scandal & Scoundrel, #3)

by Sarah MacLean

“How’s your divorce?” “If he’d spend time with the girls, it would help.” “Maybe he doesn’t want the girls.” “They’re his selections.” “Maybe he only selected them because he didn’t think you were an option.” She scowled. “I’ll be back as soon as he picks a wife.” Caleb grunted, and she did not like the meaning imbued in the sound. “What?” He rocked back on his heels, fingers in the waist of his trousers. “Nothing. Only that I’m not certain you’re coming back at all if you can’t stand up to your duke.” She narrowed her gaze with an angry whisper. “What does that mean?” “You think I don’t know what happens whenever you are alone?” her friend said, all quiet casualness, as though they discussed the weather. “I think you don’t know a thing about it, as a matter of fact.” “Sparrow, that duke has had you since the moment you met. And you’ve had him. And neither years apart nor a divorce will change the way he looks at you. Or the way you don’t look at him.” “You don’t know what you’re on about,” she said, turning away and clapping her hands, marching to the place where the small white ball lay happily in lush green grass.