Clayton watched Whitney walk into the banquet room; she was not going to come to him. “She’s well,” he answered absently. “And yours?”
“I imagine she’s about the same,” Lord Anthony replied. “She’s been dead for thirty years.”
“Good,” Clayton said. “Glad to hear it.”
2 - "Miss Stone-I adore you."
3 - His grace, Clayton Robert Westmoreland, Duke of Claymore, descendent of three hundred years of nobility, possessor of estates and wealth so vast as to defy comprehension, lay beside the only woman he had ever loved, helpless either to comfort her or regain her.
4 - Since he couldn’t beg her forgiveness, or ask her to marry him at once, he decided to say the only other thing that mattered to him. Gazing down at her bent head, he said the words he had never spoken to another woman. Very quietly and very tenderly, he said, “I love you.”
5 - “Where are you leading me next, my lord?” Vanessa asked Clayton as Whitney tried helplessly to move past them.
“Astray,” Clayton told her with a blunt chuckle.
6 - “I hurt her and then she put her arms around me. Stephen,” he choked brokenly, “she wanted me to hold her while she cried!” He crossed his arms on the table and buried his face in them, finally sinking into the oblivion he’d been seeking all night. His raw voice was so low Stephen could hardly hear it. “I can still hear her crying,” he whispered.
7 - He has contacts in the highest circles, and his opinions carry much weight with people who count.”
Unexpectedly, the duke’s ominous expression lightened with genuine amusement. “If Lord Gilbert wants to maintain his influence in those circles, he won’t want to make an adversary of me. At the risk of sounding immodest, Martin, I am one of those ‘people who count.’ ”Statistics: Posted by Daenerys Stormborn — Tue Jan 24, 2017 2:25 pm
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