A Dangerous Beauty
“A man without wealth whom a rich woman catches and marries within an inch of his life.
—The Devil’s Dictionary, A. Bierce L uc allowed his valet, or rather his former cabin boy, to tie his cravat. The young man was in raptures as he glanced back and forth between a drawing of some ridiculously complicated affair and Luc’s neck. His own patience was wearing thin.
“Corky, you have precisely three more minutes before I tie you to a chair using those perfectly good neckcloths you ruined.”
“I’m sorry, Cap’n, er, Your Grace.”
“‘Captain’ will do in private.” He vastly preferred his old Royal Navy designation. He’d never gotten used to the other. Reminded him too much of his father, or worse, the loss of his brother, who should’ve held the title far longer.
“Right, Captain.” Corky stressed the “t.”
Luc hid a smile. Corky was trying so hard to become a proper gentleman’s man and Luc had given him so little chance to practice his arts.
“There. Now hold still, Cap’n.
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