Live and Let Rogue (Must Love Rogues Book 4) by Eva Devon

Author:Eva Devon [Devon, Eva]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Regency, Rake, Victorian, Historical Romance, Highlander
Publisher: Eva Devon
Published: 2017-05-06T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 15

In the last few years, John had learned to quite enjoy the pageantry of society’s evening events. There was something marvelous in studying the rarified and wealthy in their habitat. They were absurd, magnificent peacocks, preening for each other. It was laughable in its pomposity. Yet, it was also a tremendous sight to behold wherein all the great decisions, which affected all, high and low, were made.

During these outings with his brothers, he had learned a great deal simply by standing in the right corners and listening. In fact, he could listen for hours to the strange and often shocking information passed behind waving fans and over glasses of port or ratafia.

Tonight, he’d sped from the ballroom at the earliest possible moment and darted out to the massive garden.

He was done murmuring pleasantries to Highland lairds, ladies, and their copious offspring.

They were all perfectly pleasant. Point of fact, he liked them a good deal more than the powdered and tightly-laced English aristocracy of his acquaintance. But tonight, he wasn’t in the mood to handle perfectly pleasant. In fact, he doubted he‘d be in the mood to handle perfectly pleasant for the foreseeable future.

It had been with some astonished chagrin that he realized what had happened. Quite surreptitiously, whilst he’d been out striding the bens and contemplating sea lochs in the first light of dawn, Meredith Trent and Lady Andromeda had bolted.

He should have known she wouldn’t sit about and wait. Oh no. Meredith was not a creature of indecision. He’d give her that.

That sister of Clyde’s was a perfect match to his Merry as well.

His Merry.

He shook his head, an unmistakable feeling of dread pooling in his gut.

That wasn’t what he’d meant. He was merely possessive of her in the sense he’d invested in her future. He’d already begun to plan how best to find her a perfect husband.

Now? Now that was done.

Now, he had an estate in the Highlands which was superb and beautiful beyond measure and an earldom. . . They were as hollow as he always knew they would be.

There was nothing to admire about the loftiest realms in and of themselves. No, there had to be more.

“Ye look as if ye’d like to do murder.”

John whipped around towards the rough voice.

The Duke of Clyde leaned against the gargantuan trunk of an ancient oak in the shadows.

“Not murder.” He shrugged. “Possibly bodily harm.”

Clyde laughed, a low grumble. “It’s my sister, is it no’? She brings that out in all men. Except me. I adore her stubborn head.”

“It’s not your sister.” He shoved a hand through his hair before sighing. “Truth be told, I admire her.”

“Do ye?” Clyde asked, his voice ripe with surprise.

“Yes. It’s clear she’s no silly bit of lace.”

Even in the dark, Clyde’s rueful smile was visible. “That she is no’. So, it’s young Miss Meredith ye’d like to get yer hands on?”

Get his hands on? Blazing hell. Oh, how he longed to put his hands on her. Their small foray into passion had been but a hint of what could be between them and it had nearly killed him when they stopped.

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