The Duke Hadn’t Laughed Since the War

who had learned to read people and found most of them disappointing. She met his gaze with the expression she had learned for exactly this kind of moment, which looked like composure and was composure, just with a ledger running underneath.

“You are not my mother’s companion,” he said, not a question.

“I am, Your Grace.”

He looked at her for a count of continue reading …