Page 70 of A Deal with the Devil

“Ah.” He raised an eyebrow. She deeply mistrusted the glint in his eye. “Are you asking for my permission?”

“Bollocks to that, Lord Birmingham.”

Devil laughed. It was like melted chocolate. Fine whiskey. A new book. It was everything.

To her.

Not to his brother, clearly.

“Good God, are you laughing?” Tom called from somewhere down the hall. “Terrifying. Don’t do it again. Think of the children.”

“There are no children.”

“Think of me, then.”

“Go away,” Devil said mildly, before pushing off the desk and nudging the door closed.

“Lord Tadworth has invited us for a tour,” Kitty elaborated. “Well, you. Seeing as you asked him.”

“Did I, now?”

“He won’t talk to me.” Devil’s eyes narrowed at that. She shrugged, well used to it. “He’s expecting us shortly.”

“Today?”

“Within the hour.”

“Ah.” He strolled back to his desk, diabolically indifference to the time constraints.

“Devil.”

He only looked at her.

She rolled her eyes. “Rhys.”

“Yes?”

“We have to go. Now.”

“Ask me nicely.”