Page 45 of Allured By a Lord's Touch

“That would be true.”

“And she looks perfect, seated at my piano.” The duke gave a mischievous smile.

“It is fitting to watch her seated there.”

“We’ll see how long she remains. And how long you remain … ”

“I shan’t tarry too long. The world calls.”

“That it does, my friend. That it does.”

The duke departed from the library, and Reginald considered the duke’s underlying tone in that exchange. Was the Duke of Faversham communicating that he, himself, had won? Reginald could not agree.