His Grace, the Duke of Caversham, came to stand by Ian’s side when he reached the dock. As he half-listened to the details the race steward said, an uneasy sensation settled over Ian. The portly man, a representative of the group of men sponsoring the Atlantic Cup Challenge, droned on, officially congratulating him on his safe return, then informed him of his time, and finally proclaimed him the winner of the first annual race. All the while, Ian felt his new brother-in-law simmered with unasked questions, and he knew why. His previously unmarried sister returned home in the company of a man not Lucky, and he wanted an explanation. Now.
Ian wasn’t going to argue with him. What was done was done. He hadn’t caused the predicament he found himself in, and even though he wasn’t born a gentlem
