The Duke Hadn’t Laughed Since the War

three. “She told me you were elderly and wore spectacles. She is a creative woman.”

Something moved through his eyes. It was not a laugh; it was the memory of where a laugh would go if he still had one.

He looked back at the portrait. “Miss Prior,” he said. He had learned her name before this conversation, which was interesting.

“The Wetmores arrive in continue reading …