The Pretenders
Chapter One
It was three o'clock in the afternoon, on a beautiful but blowy day
in mid-May, and I was as usual, in the office of the stables of the
Earl of Cambridge talking with his Head Groom. I was lounging in my
chair, in a most unladylike posture, when there came the sound of a
carriage being driven rather precipitously into the stable yard.
Clark jumped to his feet like a shot. "Lord Almighty, Miss, could
that be his lordship?"
I said a little dryly, "Since I don't know anyone else who comes
sweeping in here quite so grandly, I rather imagine that it is."
Clark disappeared out the door. I slid down a little farther on my
spine and idly wondered what could be bringing the Earl of Cambridge
back to his ancestral home in the midst of the London Season.
A brilliant ray of May sunshine came slanting in through the small
office window and rested on the top of my head. It had been a cold
April and the heat felt delightful. I closed my eyes to savor it.
"You here, Deb?" a familiar voice asked, and I opened my eyes to
regard the man who had just come in. The Most Noble George Adolphus
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