The Regency Season: Dangerous Dukes. Кэрол Мортимер

together. I was all the time fearful that someone might recognise me. Am I boring you, your Grace?’ she prompted sharply as the duke gave a yawn.

      ‘As it happens, yes, you are.’ He nodded unapologetically.

      ‘But...’

      ‘I really am uninterested in listening to any more buts or arguments just now, Georgianna,’ he rasped harshly.

      Georgianna looked up searchingly into his hard and implacable face. Noting the cold glitter of his silver eyes. The tautness of the skin across sculptured cheekbones. The sneering curl of his top lip.

      The determined set of his arrogant and unyielding jaw.

      She knew in that moment that all of her efforts of appeal for Zachary Black’s help had been a waste of her time.

      That this man despised her so utterly he would never believe a single word she said to him.