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I turned my head to look at her, a smile toying with my lips. “What do you have against the upper class?”
“Everything,” she replied brightly, meeting my eyes with a grin stretching across her face. “Go on, then. Who are you texting?”
“What, so you can regale me with their family histories? Perhaps some trivia?” I was only teasing her, but that didn’t mean it wouldn’t happen.
“Perhaps. I am quite well-versed in the history of the aristocracy, after all.”
“All right. Well, I just texted Hugo, he’s the future Duke of Devon,” I said.
“Ooh, Cavendish House. That’s pretty.”
I couldn’t help but laugh softly. “Impressive.”
“Keep going.”
“I’m not going to make it that easy for you.” I sent another text. “All right, that one was to Alexander Winthrop-Bentley.”
A tiny frown etched into her forehead. “The Duke of Worcester?”
“Bugger, I thought I had you there.”
“You’ll have to do better than that.”
“Okay. This one is to… Fred.”
“Fred? That’s a bit vague.”
“You told me to do better than that, so there it is.”
“That’s absolutely nothing to go off.” She rolled onto her side to face me and propped herself up on her elbow. “How am I supposed to know who he is or where he lives just off of ‘Fred?’ It’s hardly a unique name.”
“Okay, Frederick.”
“Oh, give over.”
“Not a dukedom in the family,” I said vaguely. “But still well-known.”
Grace looked down at the covers, frowning. “Fred…” she whispered to herself. “Is that… No. Coventry?”
I blinked at her. “How the fuck did you get that?”
“Coventry isn’t a dukedom.” Her eyes glittered with amusement. “The Earl’s son is Fred, and it is well-known. Simple process of elimination.”
“Fucking hell,” I said, shaking my head. “All right, get this one. I’m texting the gardener.”
She laughed, although there was something a little… almost nervous about it. “That one is certainly vague.”
“Ah, you don’t know everything.” I wiggled my phone at her. “Do you give up?”
“Unless the gardener is an undercover viscount, I suppose I have to.”
“Miles. He’s engaged to the Duke of Bath’s daughter, Gabriella.”
“Oh, of course. A few weren’t happy about that, were they?”
“There was some discourse among the more old-fashioned families.”
“Like yours?” Her lips tugged into a cheeky little smirk.
