Lady Grace's Husband Hunt (Regency Seasons Novellas Book 9) by Ava Stone

Author:Ava Stone [Stone, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Night Shift Publishing
Published: 2016-08-02T07:00:00+00:00

Chapter 9

Oliver couldn’t help but notice Grace from the window, her flaxen curls bouncing as she and Lacy rode toward the forest on their mounts. Nausea warred within him once more. “What do you know about that fellow?” he asked.

Braden looked up from his desk to glance out the window. After spotting Lacy, he shrugged. “Heir presumptive to the Downe earldom. He was in Quent’s year at Eton.”

Of course he was, as Oliver had gone to Harrow and didn’t know a blasted thing about the man except that he’d written the bloody best treatise on crop rotation that existed. Damn his eyes. “Is that all?”

His friend frowned at him as though he were mad. “What else should I know about him, Oliver?”

He shook his head. “I’d just think you’d know as much as possible about the man since you’re marrying your sister off to him.” He heaved a sigh. “Grasmere was fine enough, not that Ginny had any sort of choice in the matter; but I wish my father had looked a little closer at the man’s relations.”

Braden sat back in his chair and for the first time in as long as Oliver had known his friend, he was afraid the marquess might see right through him. Braden templed his hands as if in thought, but then he said, “I’ve yet to meet Patience’s Dr. Campion, and didn’t know the first thing about him before they married, though Danby did vouch for the man’s character.”

Honestly, Campion had seemed perfectly pleasant when Oliver met him over Christmas, but he didn’t feel like saying as much at the moment.

“They’ll be arriving any day for Grace’s nuptials,” Braden continued. “So I’ll finally get to meet the fellow in the flesh. And though I’ve known Kilworth for years, I’d have never thought he was the sort for Hope, but—”

“Lucky you are the man stuck his spoon in the wall,” Oliver agreed. The late Earl of Kilworth was a disingenuous blackguard of the first order. And the world truly was well rid of him, even if Lady Hope had somehow lost her heart to the villain.

“Oh.” Braden chuckled. “I forgot you have been gone.”

“Oh, what did I miss?” Oliver asked, though he kept watch on Grace out of the corner of his eye.

“Hope somehow fell for the new Lord Kilworth, believe it or not. Thaddeus Baxter. Known him for years in the Four-in-Hand club, though I never would have thought he’d make the perfect match for Hope. Much more serious than she is, in any event.”

“The new Lord Kilworth?”

His friend nodded. “The two married a few weeks ago.”

That was shocking. Oliver remembered very well the conversation he’d had with the lady during their waltz. She was so dispirited and resigned to whatever future the Duke of Danby had mapped out for her. “So she avoided Danby’s Christmas deadline after all, did she?”

At that Braden grinned. “Oh, Danby had everything to do with that match from what Quent tells me. Even the special license was his. Your cousin Wright performed the ceremony, even.

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