No, his jealousy was a far more basic stripe. Five years with the dowager - Good God, she ought to be given a title in her own right as penance for such as that. He felt a prickle of jealousy, though not because he did not think she should be receiving gifts from another man - the truth was, she'd more than earned anything the duke chose to portion off to her. Jack lit the lamp in his room, listening to her excitement. Thomas had given her a cottage and an income. Two pints of fine Irish ale had made him mellow.īut then she told him the most amazing story. "Normally an excellent opening," he acknowledged, "but after everything that has happened in the last two weeks, I find myself willing to believe almost anything." He smiled and shrugged. "You will never believe what has happened," she said. It was an ugly thing, really, all rough and buttoned from chin to toe, but still, it was a nightgown.
Not when she was dressed in her nightgown. Because truly, he did not think he could last any longer than that. Three minutes," Jack said, the moment he pulled the door shut.
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