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With a deep sigh, Stephen went over to his desk, hoping he could escape his mind through the workload he had waiting for him. After ten minutes, he realized that that too was impossible. Now, he couldn’t stop thinking about the poor lady who would visit them tomorrow, forced to attempt impressing a gentleman who wouldn’t look twice at her.
No woman could compare to Hannah. Not even the woman of my past.
The moment her image popped into his head, he shook it away. He’d done well trying to forget about her these past few years and now that he had Hannah, Stephen didn’t care to bring back the old wounds. He didn’t want to think about the way she had hurt him, how he had been when he had found out the truth, how he had believed he wouldn’t love again.
Now he knew that he could, because he had already fallen for Hannah Brown.
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“His Grace has left the premises, Your Grace.”
Harriet nodded at the butler without bothering to look at him. She sipped her tea daintily. “Thank you.”
In the corner of her eye, she saw the butler bow deeply and then turn to leave. Once she was alone in the drawing room, Harrier allowed herself to release the deep sigh she’d been holding it. Stephen hadn’t even bothered to come down for breakfast this morning.
Last night, she had paced this room, waiting to hear that he had returned. And as the hours went by, she feared that she might be correct about her assumption. He really had brought his mistress to London, even though he knew what they were here to do.
Irritation stabbed her at the thought. She’d worked so hard to get him to attend the Season and now he was wasting his time with someone else. She couldn't allow this to happen. He had to get married.He is the Duke of Dunleer, for heaven’s sake!
Harriet lifted the teacup to her lips one more time, trying to take a calming sip. She didn’t have to worry. He'd said that he had been meeting his father’s business partners but Harriet wasn’t so sure she could believe that.It’s only natural what I should do.
The information of the private investigator her husband employed from time to time should be in the office Stephen now occupied. Therein laid the silver lining in Stephen’s absence because now she would be able to search the office without worrying that he would catch her. All she had to do was get the private investigator to see about the truth of Stephen’s whereabouts.
Though the tea was not yet finished, Harriet set it down on the table and got to her feet. She made her way to the door, determination set in her jaw. Once she found out the truth, then she’d handle it. Stephen should be married. And she knew exactly who the best wife for him was. Whoever he was seeing was not.
