Find a new duchess. “I’ll leave on one condition,” he said, the words coming as quickly as thoughts formed. She lifted a brow. “Come with me.” She laughed, low and long and somehow full of knowledge, as though she knew what he was to do before he knew himself. But then, it had always been that way between them. “And what then?” “Come to the country. You give me six weeks. Until Parliament is back in session.” She turned back to the candles. “What is this, some grand plan to woo me again? As though we are in some kind of romantic novel?” Yes. He was smart enough to stay quiet. “We’re not in a
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