“You two make an adorable couple,” the duke said. The man snorted. “Spare me your matchmaking. I’m already married.” “As am I,” Cassandra said automatically, her head beginning to float away, her eyes fixed on His Grace’s cravat pin so she wouldn’t have to look at the man. The dark, abrupt, ill-mannered man. No. No. No. “I realize you are both married.” The duke looked from one to the other. “But do you realize you are married to each other?”
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