In the end, Christian himself pointed out, “As both the oldest and the most senior peer in the group, my path to finding the perfect wife was always destined to be the least straightforward.”
They all looked at him, trying to see past the comment, all sensing that it hid some deeper meaning. Whatever it was, none of them could fathom it.
Predictably, it was Charles who put their collective riposte into words. He fixed Christian with a wide-eyed look. “Whoever said falling in love was straightforward?”
Christian returned to London two days later. As he often did, he sought refuge at the Bastion Club. It was midafternoon when he climbed the stairs to the club’s library. Closing the door, he crossed to the tantalus, poured himself a brandy, then settled in one of the comfortable armchairs by the hearth. And sipped. And thought.
There was no other member staying at the club; he was the last one unwed, with no lady waiting at home, at the huge house in Grosvenor Square.
He thought back to Gervase’s wedding, to their gathering there, revisited the others’ words, the advice they’d jokingly offered him; he smiled as he recalled, but then Charles’s last words replayed in his mind and his smile faded.
Charles and the others had misinterpreted his earlier comment. He hadn’t suggested that him falling in love would not be straightforward—he’d stated that for him, finding the perfect wife was not destined to be straightforward. As it wasn’t, for one very simple reason.
Whoever said falling in love was straightforward?
In that, he could prove Charles wrong. For him, falling in love had been the easiest, most straightforward and natural thing in the world. As he recalled. What, in his case, made matters anything but straightforward was the difficulty he faced in marrying the lady in question.
Not least because she was already wed.
Closing his eyes, he let his head fall back against the chair. A parade of memories flickered past his mind’s eye—all the things that had happened, all the things he couldn’t change.
In the distance, he heard the front doorbell peal; one part of his mind tracked Gasthorpe’s footsteps as he went to answer the door…but then the past dragged him back, wrapped him in soft arms and the wreathing scent of jasmine.
He was recalled to the present by a tap on the door, followed by Gasthorpe.
Christian opened his eyes.
The majordomo closed the door, then faced him. “A lady has called, my lord, asking to see you. She gave no name, but offered this note.”
Christian beckoned. As Gasthorpe neared, he idly wondered who in all the ton wished to converse with him, and about what—and how any lady had known to run him to earth there. His staff in Grosvenor Square knew better than to reveal his whereabouts, not to just anyone. He lifted the folded parchment from Gasthorpe’s silver salver.
The sight of the script rocked him.
For a moment, he simply stared, then reaction rushed through him, jerking him free of all lethargy with a resounding mental slap.
His fingers shifted, fingertips tracing his name, not the one from long ago but the title he’d since acquired.
Even before he unfolded the note, the scent of jasmine reached him.
No figment of imagination or memory.
He fumbled, nearly dropped the note. His fingertips burned.
Drawing in a deep breath, slowing his movements, steadying them and himself, he smoothed out the note.
He read the few lines within.
Then he leaned back in the chair, his gaze rising, fixing unseeing on the hearth.
He didn’t know what he felt; emotions careened through him, a jumble of reactions impossible to dissect. He breathed deeply, pulling air past the constriction in his chest; gradually a cool tension, an inward steeling, flowed through him.
Fate moved in inscrutable, damnably mysterious ways.
Gasthorpe cleared his throat. “My lord?”
Christian heard himself say over the pounding in his chest, “I’ll join the lady in a moment, Gasthorpe. Tell her to wait.”
About the Author
New York Times bestselling author STEPHANIE LAURENS began writing as an escape from the dry world of professional science, a hobby that quickly became a career. Her novels set in Regency England have captivated readers around the globe, making her one of the romance world’s most beloved and popular authors.
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The Fall of Rogue Gerrard
It Happened One Night
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The Lady Risks All
Lost and Found
A Return Engagement
Rose in Bloom
Scandalous Lord Dere
The Seduction of Sebastian Trantor
Royal Bridesmaids
Royal Weddings
The Cynster Novels
Devil's Bride
A Rake's Vow
Scandal's Bride
A Rogue's Proposal
A Secret Love
The Taste of Innocence
All About Love
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The Promise in a Kiss
On a Wild Night
On a Wicked Dawn
Hero, Come Back
The Perfect Lover
The Ideal Bride
Temptation and Surrender
The Truth About Love
In Pursuit of Eliza Cynster
Capture of the Earl of Glencrae
The Wedding Planner
The Taming of Ryder Cavanaugh
Viscount Breckenridge to the Rescue
And Then She Fell
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Prequel: Captain Jack's Woman
The Lady Chosen
A Gentleman's Honor
A Lady of His Own
A Fine Passion
The Edge of Desire
Beyond Seduction
Mastered by Love
To Distraction
The Black Cobra Novels
The Untamed Bride
The Elusive Bride
The Brazen Bride
The Reckless Bride
The Case Book of Barnaby Adair
Where the Heart Leads
The Masterful Mr. Montague
Loving Rose
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