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Prologue

THE EIGHTH DUKE of Margate gazed at the lovely in his bed The letter froed at him and diverted his attention

He had been diligent when he saw to the twins’ hefty inheritance All was in order Skip, who counted himself their devoted friend, had felt that the time had come for him to pay what he called, ‘the wild pair’ a visit

His dear friend was quite correct of course It was his duty to look in on the adults Yes, but for the moment, he had other matters to attend to

The duke returned his thoughts to the soft woman in his bed Perhaps this was the time to make a trip into the wilds of Yorkshire She was already beco de

He touched the lovely’s luscious lips and gently said, “Sally, tio”

The tio, but soered

It worried hi attached He had been frank with her from the start He was a confirmed bachelor who enjoyed his status and she wasattached to him Look at what Lady Caro had just done in the Park Square—burning all of Lord Byron’s love letters and hu her husband publically One never knehat a woht take into her head to do

She had agreed that their tiether was just for a bit of ‘fun’, yet now, she seemed to want more

“Oh, no…Brock, ,” Sally of Benthurst complained with a pout “‘Tis so early in the afternoon still We have so much of it left to us”

“I have no wish to i late and that is precisely ill happen if you don’t hurry home”

“Samuel doesn’t care what I do,” the dark haired woer”