“Perhaps more should your plans for Monckton Row come to naught because Mrs. The duke arrested his slide into a lounging pose, his dark brows rising faintly. “Ninety thousand.” The portly barrister dropped into his chair with a grimace. “How much of a fortune?” George Montagu Fitz-Robbins Monckton calmly asked, tossing his gloves on Hutchinson’s large, ornate desk and taking a seat across from his barrister. I eventually arrived, and admit it-your messages always smack of crisis.”

Everyone knew.Īn easy smile graced the duke’s fine features. “Yes, I know.” The duke was entertaining his newest paramour while her husband was shooting in Scotland. “I was in the country.” The Duke of Groveland stripped off his tan riding gloves as he crossed the sumptuous Axminster carpet custom-made for the imposing corner office overlooking Piccadilly Square. “At last, Your Grace.” He’d sent the duke a message five days ago. PROSPER HUTCHINSON, THE barrister of choice for London’s wealthy, rose from his chair to greet the tall, handsome aristocrat walking through his door.

Gorgeous As Sin by Susan Johnson