Ana María stiffened, her eyes flying to her sister. “Has the earl been untoward with you?” “No.” Isabel’s lip curled. “But I’ve overheard a few of the other women mention that he has been overly familiar.” “He’s a boor,” Gabby exclaimed as she sailed into the room. “If we didn’t need to be here, I would demand we return to London.” She waggled her brows as she plopped into an armchair across from them. “Preferably after I jabbed him in his a—” “Gabriela, really,” Lady Yardley hissed as she entered, a maid following close behind. After directing the maid to set the tea tray on the table in
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