“Now that your father is dead, I intend to indulge in scandalous behavior.”
Leo choked on the sandwich he’d just bitten into. He’d been back from London for only one day, and his mother was already trying to kill him. His gaze shot to her face. The Dowager Countess of Hampton slid into a chair opposite him at the large oak dining room table where he was currently eating luncheon. She smoothed her lace tea gown over her lap and fixed him with a steady gaze.
Blood roared through his ears as he struggled to dislodge the bit of sandwich from his throat. Damn cucumber…can’t get it out…He coughed violently and was finally able to get a bit of breath back in his lungs.
Damn cucumber…can’t get it out…“Breathe, my dear, breathe,” she intoned gently as though instructing a child of four, not her
