Raleigh lifted an imperious brow that Kit imagined was well practiced and quickened the hearts of Beau Monde mamas. “Your reputation precedes you,” he said. “You are, as expected, very frank for a woman without a title.” His voice was deep and carried the precision of years of elite education and society training. But she was hardly intimidated by the Beau Monde. “You’re very brave for a man without a ship.” Raleigh watched her in silence, then glanced at Grant. “Maintain hope, Grant. Perhaps you’ve a thirteenth cousin who’ll meet his untimely demise and you, too, can be a duke and subject to
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