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“What brings you to Lothbrook, Lord Darlington?” Alex asked, keeping her tone deliberately cool. She could feel the heat of Ambrose’s body directly behind her, reminding her of what Ambrose had said about him being dangerous. If Darlington had showed up here of all places, it had to be for a specific reason—such as to win a wager in a betting book.
She was suddenly very glad that Ambrose was here. He may be a rake, but so far he had been an entirely honest one. This Lord Darlington, she sensed, would be quite the opposite. He had eyes made to hold secrets and lips that seemed made to speak sweet lies that would woo an innocent maid into a bad position. Ambrose was no less dangerous, but he never seemed to hide his desires or his intentions, and she respected him and trusted him on that
