“Very well, Lord Maccon. If we are going to play this particular hand, would you be interested in becoming my…” Miss Tarabotti scrabbled for the right word. What does one properly call a male lover? She shrugged and grinned. “Mistress?” “What did you say?” roared Lord Maccon, outraged. “Uh. The wrong thing?” suggested Alexia, mystified by this sudden switch in moods. She had no more time to correct her gaffe, for Lord Maccon’s yell had reached out into the hallway, and Mrs. Loontwill, whose curiosity was chomping at the proverbial bit, burst into the room. Only to find her eldest daughter
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