![]() ![]() ![]() This was not a man who sagged or groaned. Gareth had seen the viscount on many occasions and was quite familiar with his reputation. It was more of a sigh, actually-a huge, tired, heartfelt sigh that made the man positively deflate in front of Gareth. Or perhaps there were merely two or three, and it just seemed like eight, because it was all so unexpected.įirst, the viscount exhaled, although that did seem to understate the case. And then, because the viscount did not say anything, because he didn’t even move, Gareth added, “Er, if she’ll have me.”Īnd then about eight things happened at once. “I would like to marry Hyacinth,” he said. He looked up, meeting the viscount’s dark eyes with steady purpose. He had vowed to do this right, and he would not be cowed. Hyacinth’s brother wasn’t going to make this easy on him. ![]()
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