The Scot's Seduction

He and Drusilla were sitting in her small receiving room, the room where all her forays into romance began and ended. Lord Cavendish groaned and buried his head in his hands. This one might be.” She shot a look at her friend. “At least he has a chance to be, depending on how he continues.” For nearly the first time in ten years, Drusilla felt herself start to imagine a different future. If they took issue with that, as they often did, she would dismiss them, as she had Lord Cavendish and all his forebears.