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Wycliffhis position No one told Damian Wycliff what to do The man was a law unto himself

“I vowed to grant my wife her every desire,” Wycliff replied “Do not make me break an oath when I’ve been married less than a week”

Arguing would prove a waste of tih and head to Mrs Crandall’s abode With luck, I should have you home within the hour”

“Based on Mrs Crandall’s desire to sink her claws into Cavanagh, the woman will find any excuse to keep us there”

Lawrencetheand instructing Sleeth to change course and head to Cavanagh’s house on Jermyn Street

They sat in si

lence for a few minutes before Wycliff asked hi with Miss Vale Lawrence obliged, eager to relive the event, to speak of it aloud rather than resort to conjuring erotic ies in his head

Wycliff frowned “The lady sounds somewhat of an oddity”

The need to defend Miss Vale cauilt, a man would be a fool to underestimate her With clenched fists, she threatened to box my ears” He omitted to mention she carried a blade

“Explorers do say one should growl at angry bears”

“I kept entleman”

“Yes” Wycliff rubbed his chin “I’room and escorted a lady home”

Lawrence refused to bite, refused to react to Wycliff’s teasing

“What a shame she is plain,” Wycliff mused

“I made no mention of her looks” To describe the beauty in detail would give his friend more reason to pry