“Harrington is my friend.”
“So I would have supposed,” she riposted contemptuously.
He understood her meaning and raised his hand to strike her. His temper, always nasty, had grown even more unmanageable of late.
Shona stood her ground, her cool, determined eyes meeting his blazing look.
Just in time something stopped him. He lowered his hand, but his expression was still enraged.
“I will talk to you later tonight,” he snapped.
Shona made an instant decision.
“I am afraid I shall not be joining you for dinner. I have arrived to find an invitation from the Duke and Duchess of Gresham – for tonight.”
He was silent, uneasy, and she knew why. He was awed by the Greshams’ ducal title, and the fact that they had invited Shona to their house. But they would never invite the Colonel, whom
