Page 8 of Trapped in Bed with a Duke

Letty stepped between them and pulled out a chair. “Would you like to sit, Your Grace? I can serve you tea.”

From the corner of his eye, Bertram saw Mrs. Gendry gasp, looking half afraid, half scandalized by the suggestion that he should eat at the kitchen table like a servant.

“Come on, Papa! Sit. The cake is delicious.” George put a cream-stained finger in his mouth and licked it clean. Bertram shook his head in bemusement but he did take the seat, if only so he could watch this side of his son that he had never seen.

“I see you’re really enjoying that.” He smiled in amusement.

“Yes, Papa, it’s so delicious. Try.” He stuck his brown-smeared finger in Bertram’s face, who instinctively jerked away.

“Ooh, well no, I shall wait for my own piece. Wouldn’t want to deprive you.” He smiled a little sheepishly at George. To his surprise, there was a loud, joyful, tinkling sound emanating from his left and he turned slowly to face it. What he found had his eyes widening, his lips twitching in an effort not to join in.

Letty was laughing at him. His eyes narrowed as he watched her, not knowing if he wanted to plunder her lips or slap her face.

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