A Dangerous Man
ANTHONY,LORD NEALE, sliced through the seal on the
note that the footman had just handed him and read through it quickly. He sighed. His older sister, Honoria, was informing him that she planned to visit him that afternoon. Knowing Honoria, he suspected that her carriage would arrive not long after the mes-senger.
He was aware of a cowardly impulse to send a note to the stables to saddle his horse and pretend that he had not been there to receive Honoria's message. But he knew, with a sigh, that he could not. It had been only six months since Sir Edmund's death. Annoying as his sister could be, he could not bring himself to be rude to a grieving mother.
Tossing the letter onto his desk, he rang for the footman and sent a message to the kitchen, inform-ing the butler that his sister would be with them for tea, and perhaps supper.
He walked over to the window and stood looking out on the front drive. It was his favorite view, offering a sweeping expanse of the front yard, the drive and the trees beyond, but at the moment, he scarcely saw it. His thoughts were turned inward, to his nephew and the young man's death six months ago. He had not been close, he ... read full excerpt from A Dangerous Man ebook
