To Trust a Rogue (The Heart of a Duke book 8)
“How very much had happened on this particular street. Of course, it was the townhouse he’d resided in as a boy. But the happiest memories he held were of the cobbled roads below.
…Surely I should know the identity of the lady who shares the townhouse beside mine…?
…I am Eleanor Carlyle…and surely I should know the name of the gentleman who’d so boldly wish to know the identity of the lady who shares the townhouse beside his… She’d returned, risen from the ashes, and gone was the wide-eyed, smiling girl. That young woman who’d claimed his heart had been replaced by a guarded, wary woman with a woman’s frame. Was the gentleman she’d thrown him over for responsible for that transformation?
Marcus raised his glass to his lips and took a sip of brandy. This time, he did not stop the flow of memories, but let them in. He’d met the lady in that very street by happenstance almost eight years ago as they’d reached the front steps of their neighboring homes.
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