“That wretch thought he could traverse onto Dancourt Abbey land, take the life of an honorable man, and steal away another man’s wife.” Dawson pounded his fist against the windowpane. “I would have pursued the man with or without your help, Fox.” Locking his teeth together, Gideon nodded. “And I’m here because Mrs. Fox”—the duke held up a hand—“I beg your pardon, Señora Fox, made you smile before I could. And for that, I owe her my loyalty.” At a loss for words, his throat choked with affection for his churlish friends. Gideon turned away.
