The duke left London the night he left Devil for dead. He’d known that he was being watched. If I hadn’t saved Devil, Whit would have—he would have come to tell Devil that Marwick was gone.” It wasn’t an impossibility, Grace thought. But it was a gamble. “I’ve never bought that argument,” Devil grumbled. “Never?” Grace’s brows rose. “Is this a discussion that is had often?” “It’s Hattie’s theory,” Whit grumbled. “I don’t like it”—he turned his attention to his wife—“as he exploded her.” “Again,” Hattie said quite happily, “I was only slightly exploded.”
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