“Are you looking for Montrose?” Whitfield continued. Like the headstrong mule he was, he refused to give up his line of questioning. “He’s not here, but then you knew that. Anderson mentioned it this morning.” “Did he?” Taking a sip, he leveled a look at the duke. “Not much Anderson says is worth remembering.” Whitfield rocked back on his feet, his blue eyes blinking rapidly. “Did you just make a joke? I feel laughter bubbling up my throat, but surely I’m mistaken.” “You are. It’s probably indigestion.” “Christ, man, you cannot do this to me.” The duke wiped a hand across his mouth. “If you
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