Unlaced By The Highland Duke. Lara Temple

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       Chapter One

      London—1815

      ‘Lady Theale is here, Your Grace.’

      Benneit didn’t know what was worse—those words or the explosion of light that struck him as Angus hauled back the curtains. He groaned on both counts.

      ‘Aye,’ Angus replied and positioned himself at the bottom of the bed. With his scarred face he looked like one of the gargoyles carved on to the embattlements at Lochmore Castle come to perch by Benneit’s bed to remind him of his duty. Benneit shoved his head into his pillow.

      ‘What the devil does she want?’

      ‘Jamie.’

      Benneit tossed the covers aside and scraped himself off the bed.

      ‘Over my dead, drawn, quartered and pickled body.’

      Angus grunted. ‘Aye, lad. Shall I shave you?’

      It was more a suggestion than a question and, instinctively, Benneit dragged his hand over his jaw, wincing at the rasp.

      ‘No. She shall have to accept me in all my glory. What time is it?’

      ‘It is gone nine in the morning.’

      ‘Nine? Nine? I’ve barely slept three hours. What the devil is wrong with that woman?’

      Angus’s scarred face twisted into a momentary and awful grin.

      ‘You can sleep when you’re dead, Your Grace.’

      It was Benneit’s turn to grunt as he dragged off his СКАЧАТЬ