Dukes Are Forever (London Steampunk: The Blue Blood Conspiracy Book 5) by Bec McMaster

Author:Bec McMaster [McMaster, Bec]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781925491333
Publisher: Lochaber Press
Published: 2019-02-11T18:30:00+00:00

Of all the things Malloryn expected to find when he walked into Hardcastle Lane several hours later, it was not a very drunk Duchess of Malloryn.

He'd been prepared for tears.

Prepared to gently tend to his wife's distress, as Gemma had given him a lecture in the carriage on the way home about the aftermath of the assault and how he owed Adele a shoulder to cry on.

But the second he walked in, he noticed Herbert's slightly horrified expression beneath his nightcap, and wondered, for the second time that week, what sort of hell had broken loose.

Malloryn tugged off his gloves. "No break-ins? No scheming duchesses trapped in my study? No bodies?"

"No, Your Grace."

A round of giggling floated down the stairs.

"What on earth is going on?" Gemma asked, slipping her cloak from her shoulders as they all glanced up.

"That sounds like Ingrid," Byrnes said with a faint frown as something smashed.

"I believe the ladies are in no condition to put themselves to bed," Herbert said discreetly. "They have... raided Master Byrnes's private stock of blud-wein for Miss Lark, and the duke's decanters seem to have vanished. I tried to fend them off, but they were adamant."

"And one does not stand between Ingrid and a bottle of brandy when she has a thirst." Gemma shook her head.

"Again?" Byrnes shook his head. "That woman owes me."

"I'm sure she'll reimburse you in private," Gemma drawled. "I cannot believe they started without me."

Malloryn didn't move. "The duchess is with them?"

"I believe Her Grace is currently leading the charge. She Duchess of Malloryn'd me when I asked them to be a little quieter." Herbert cleared his throat. "Clara had to retire. It was all she could do not to burst out laughing."

As if to prove his statement, Adele staggered onto the landing, practically tripping on the hem of a green silk nightrobe that was too long for her. "Oh, it's my favorite husband!"

Malloryn realized his jaw hung slightly open.

"Don't break your neck on the stairs," Ingrid hollered. "Or the duke will have my head."

"But the duke is here!" Adele cried in delight. "And Gemma too! We waited for you, Gemma, but you—" A hiccup escaped her. "—have to catch up."

"My wife is a cool, rational creature without a heart," Gemma said, with a snicker.

"She would never make demands of me, the Duke of Malloryn," Byrnes added, getting in on the joke.

"She is the epitome of class and grace—"

"And would never dare cause her husband any uncomfortable displays of emotion—"

"The next person to open their mouth," he growled, "will be cleaning chamber pots for a month."

The pair of them tried to contain their laughter.

"Did you know I like your Rogues?" Adele started down the stairs, and he leapt up several steps, one hand braced to catch her, before realizing she'd hauled her nightrobe up past her knees. Slim, delicate, bare calves flashed before him as she took slow, careful steps.

"Where are your shoes?" he demanded. "And your stockings?"

"Where's your cravat?" she replied, shrugging flirtatiously. "I like your cravat.

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