Devil's Cub: Enemies-to-Lovers Regency Romance with a Reformed Rake Twist (The Georgette Heyer Signature Collection Book 0)

by Georgette Heyer

Through the archway that gave on to the coffee-room the outraged Duchess could see her son, seated on the edge of a table with one foot swinging, and a glass in his hand. Lord Rupert was in the background, holding a bottle, and speaking to somebody outside Léonie’s range of vision. A burst of laughter set the seal to her grace’s wrath. She promptly walked into the coffee-room, saw that not only Mr Comyn, but her husband also, was there, and said reproachfully: ‘But I find you extremely rude, all of you! One would say this wine of Rupert’s, of which I have already heard enough, was of more importance than the betrothal of Dominique. Ma fille, come here!’ Miss Challoner came and shook her head. ‘Dreadful, madam!’ she said. ‘Devil a bit!’ said Lord Rupert. ‘We’re drinking your health, my dear.’ He saw Vidal smile across at Miss Challoner, and raise his glass in a silent toast, and said hastily: ‘That’ll do, Vidal, that’ll do! Don’t start fondling, for the love of God, for I can’t bear it. Well, what d’ye say, Justin? Will you buy it or not?’

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