A Duke's Decision by Snodgrass G. L

Author:Snodgrass, G. L. [Snodgrass, G. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Amazon: B08B56R3V7
Goodreads: 54439235
Published: 2020-08-23T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter Fourteen

The Duke of Richmond stood before the door at 10 Downing street and paused. Perhaps he should have brought Miss Winslow along with him. He had been gone from England for too long. She would know where the power lay. Who to approach. The hidden traps.

What would the Prime Minister have thought if he had brought along the young Miss Winslow? he wondered with a laugh. The man would have been impressed if he had any brains.

Miss Winslow, the Duke thought with a deep sigh. A problem that refused to go away. Ever since their midnight kiss, he had been unable to put her out of his mind. The feel of her body next to his. The soft lavender scent, the taste of her lips.

Memories that would never be lost.

A deep shame filled him at the thought of what he had done to her. She was his ward. Young, innocent. He should have known better than to allow the kiss to happen. But … It was as if he lost all sense of propriety around her. It had taken every ounce of self-control to pull away from her that night and even more discipline not to repeat the error over the last two weeks.

No, he must move past Miss Winslow. Besides, he had important matters to deal with, and the Prime Minister might be an excellent ally.

As he stepped up to the door it opened unexpectedly. Lord Hawley was exiting as The Duke was trying to enter. Lord Hawley stood there with a surprised expression that quickly changed over to an angry scowl before he could pull himself back to his typical bland, vacant look.

“Richmond,” the man said with a small tip of his hat.

The Duke bit back a disparaging retort, instead simply saying, “Hawley,” as he shifted to move past the man. Everything about his enemy set his nerves on edge. His arrogant attitude was especially disturbing knowing how incompetent and cowardly the man was in reality.

As he weaved past the man, the Viscount reached out to grab his arm and stop him. “You will pass along my greetings to your Miss Winslow, won’t you. And that I look forward to a dance once she returns to the social scene.”

The Duke bit back an angry reply. This man wasn’t allowed within fifty yards of Emily. Instead, he looked down at the man then at the hand holding him back.

“Perhaps,” Lord Hawley continued, “I may be coming to you to discuss a connection between our houses.”

The Duke barked out a quick laugh and shook his head. “Hawley, Miss Winslow is too intelligent to ever find you acceptable. And if by some miracle you were able to mislead her into such a situation. I would quickly inform her of the truth.”

He stared into the man’s eyes, making sure he understood exactly which truths he was talking about. “And if that isn’t enough,” he continued, “I will have to inform the rest of the ton of your history. You, Sir, are not fit to breath the same air as Miss Winslow.

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