A Duke's Duty by Snodgrass G. L

Author:Snodgrass, G. L. [Snodgrass, G. L.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Romance, Historical
Amazon: B0855VF2S4
Goodreads: 52051368
Publisher: Purple Herb
Published: 2020-03-02T08:00:00+00:00

Chapter Sixteen

Jack fought a dozen different emotions as he helped Abigail up into the carriage. Was she all right? It seemed wrong to be parting so soon, so easily. Yet, what choice did they have? Nothing could be allowed to bring her shame.

Thompson shot him a concerned frown. But surely the man could not tell what had happened on the boat. They had worked to return Abigail to every indication of a British Lady. Her hair, her dress, even that silly hat. Nothing that was out of sorts.

Yet, somehow Thompson knew.

Swallowing hard, he closed the door behind her then leaned in through the window.

“You will be all right?” he asked.

She bit her lip as she nodded. What was she thinking? What thoughts were flashing through that mind of hers? Normally, Abigail was easy to understand. She was so honest and so open. But now. It was if a cloudy fog had come over her, refusing to let him see the true Abigail.

“Thank you, My Lord,” she said as she reached to put her hand over his. “You … sailing is an experience I will never forget.”

He laughed then said, “I can’t remember a more enjoyable day on the water.”

Her cheeks flamed bright red. And that was the last look before the coachman snapped his whip and pulled away.

Jack could only stand there and think of their day and wonder… No, he told himself. His duty to his father was heirs. And Abigail had told him over and over that she could not have children.

Besides, she would never make a good wife. She was too intelligent, too quick to point out his flaws and most of all, deserved the very best. He had too many demons to ever burden a woman like Abigail.

He sighed heavily, then turned and hailed a taxi. He gave the coachman his address as he slammed the door behind him. A disgruntled feeling filled him. A feeling of disappointment. Not with Abigail. No, everything had been so perfectly wonderful. Unexpected, which had made it all that more special. No, this feeling was a disappointment in the future.

That feeling of doom and dissatisfaction filled him again. Would he ever get rid of it? he wondered. Only on the water could he push it aside.

Grumbling to himself he watched as the cab turned down his street. As they approached his home, he noticed three men across the street and down a way. Men who did not look as if they belonged in an upper-class neighborhood such as Mayfair. In fact, they looked as if they’d been drug out of the gambling dens and gutters of the London Docks. Men with hard eyes and too many scars.

Although dressed as workmen in rough cloths and cloth caps. Workmen didn’t normally spend their day standing on Mayfair streets watching a Duke’s home. Especially not men such as these. Not unless they had evil intentions. Every alarm sounded in his mind.

The almost healed wound on his forearm reminded him of what men such as this could do.

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