![]() ![]() He pressed his forearm against the stone mantel to steady himself while he studied the madly dancing flames. Instead, he staggered and almost lost his balance as he crossed over to the fireplace. You owe me this.” Ainsley pushed himself out of the chair. You would not countenance what I thought you uttered.” “Jayne wants a child. Walfort had aged considerably during that time, his brown hair having gone white at the temples, his brown eyes somber enough to chase off any gaiety in the room. Ainsley scrutinized his cousin and longtime friend, sitting in that damned wheelchair, where he himself had placed the marquess three years earlier. “Does your silence indicate your acceptance of the terms?” Walfort asked. ![]() After three hours, they were both well into their cups, so surely he‟d misunderstood. He‟d been downing excellent whiskey ever since his arrival at the Marquess of Walfort‟s country estate for his once legendary hunt. “I‟ll consider your debt paid in full if you get my wife with child.” Ransom Seymour, the ninth Duke of Ainsley, struggled to concentrate as he sat sprawled in a comfortable armchair in the well-appointed library. ![]() And for always knowing the best wines.Ĭhapter 1 Herndon Hall, Leicestershire November, 1860 Thank you for including me in your life and offering me the gift of your friendship. Laughter is deeper Secrets more hushed Good news more joyous Sorrows less painful Moments always, always richer And New York is way more fun. Dedication For Franny When shared with you. ![]()
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