“The same capacity that made you send me a wedding-night manual?” Which hadn’t even worked. Ballentine winced. “In my defense, that was not my idea.” “Were you forced at gunpoint to send a telegram, then?” Ballentine’s silence drew out. “Hell,” Lucian said. “You were forced at gunpoint.” The viscount shrugged. “There was a fair chance a dainty Double Derringer would have come into play,” he said, “but the more potent and immediate threat was Lady Lucinda withholding her favors for the duration of the holidays unless I sent something your way, so what was a man to do?”
omg Lucie has him by the balls
