The Art of Duke Hunting
“She was seated in front of the oarsman, all alone while the others were seated behind. This was by far the most beautiful way to see the approach. Everyone from the Norwich townhouse in Wyndam Square had taken the boat, except, of course, Roman Montagu. He had taken a carriage, and his mother had thanked him by suggesting that it might very well rain and they would all crowd in the carriage with him for the journey back.Esme had not hesitated to go by boat. Oh, she knew she would have to have a private word or three with her husband. They had been interrupted. But now was not the moment. And she needed time to think and reflect on what he had said. She trusted him. Blindly, for some ridiculous reason. There was not a single doubt in her mind that when it came to her passion in life, he would be her greatest champion.But aside from her father, William Topher was the man who had taught her everything she knew. If she had talent, it was William who had nurtured it. It was William who had... pushed her to new heights.MoreLess
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