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Studying him intently, Rafe leaned back in his chair and rubbed a thu Tristan wish he’d tidied up a bit; on the docks the rougher one looked, the tougher he was thought to be Although Tristan had obtained a reputation for being incredibly tough He suspected he could prance around in lacy shirts and no one would mess with him At least not with Crih Tristan dropped into a chair across from Rafe "I’ve not alerted him to my return"

"He has an heir now, you know"

He waited as Rafe poured whiskey into a tumbler and set it before hi s before saying, "I hadn’t heard, but I’m relieved Takes the pressure off me"

"You’ve no desire to be a duke?"

"None whatsoever"

"You’re not going to follow in uncle’s footsteps and try to take the dukedom?"

"Uncle’s actions would indicate that he was mad, I believe I’m not His demise elcome" Especially as his last act was an atte, but to turn his bloodlust on sweet Mary--

"Sebastian and Mary should be arriving for the Season soon," Rafe said

Tristan tried not to look taken aback "I assumed they would forever stay at Pembrook"

"I think Mary convinced him that he must be accepted by Society for the sake of his heir, and any other children that come their way"

They could be of assistance in his quest to entice Lady Anne into his ar on another ship

"So--Blackwood What do you know of hiet the conversation back to his purpose for being there

"He doesn’t belong to est sons do Mine is not quite as posh as other clubs, so it appealsup appearances"

"And his daughter? What do you know of her?"

Rafe arched a brow "I don’t believe she’s a member of my club"

"Aren’t you quite the hilarious one? I see you’ve not grown more communicative in the months I’ve been away"

"Why do you care about her?"