As the assembly filed further into the manor house, Sera turned and stared down her husband. “He stays.” “He is not welcome.” “He is standing right here,” Caleb said. “Now do you prefer ‘the American’?” Sesily asked. Caleb grinned. “You know, I might. I’m happy to stay, Duchess. But who is going to deal with your man? Not that I couldn’t,” he rushed to add. “I’m in fine fettle.” Haven was not paying attention to anyone but Sera, though. He approached, coming close enough to unsettle her. But she did not feel unsettled. She felt something else, entirely. Her heart thrummed and she met his gaze
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