“Are you joining them?”
Perdita suddenly appeared at his side. Lord, the woman could be stealthy. Once they were married, he would have to have little bells sewn onto her gown so he could hear her coming.
“I was instructed by your father to assist the others.” He took his cloak from the footman who had rushed to him with his outerwear.
“You listened to my father? Goodness, Lord Darlington, whatever reasonable, gentlemanly thing shall you do next? I swear you’ll lose your wicked reputation at this rate,” she teased him, and he adored the sparkle in her eyes as she did.
“As a gentleman”—he emphasized the word—“I would like to invite you to join us.”
Her winged brows rose. “Truly? Most men would not think to invite a woman to partake in such a sacred and masculine ritual.”
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