The Courtship Dance. Candace Camp

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      “No. I thought she was only one of a number of candidates.”

      He stared, seemingly bereft of speech. Finally, speaking each word with great care, he said, “Why would you have any candidates?”

      “Well, really, Rochford, it is time that you married. You are thirty-eight, after all, and as the Duke of Rochford, you have a duty to—”

      “I am well aware of my age, thank you,” he ground out. “As well as of my many duties as the Duke of Rochford. What I fail to understand is why you thought I was seeking a wife. Or why you should be the one to provide me with prospects!”

      “Rochford!” Francesca cast a glance up the staircase. “Shh. The servants will hear.”