The Duke of St. Albans looked their way and Philippa’s breath stopped somewhere between her lungs and her lips. The man before her…she was certain they’d never met, and yet it was as if she knew him. The duke’s silver gray eyes mirrored hers and there was something about the way he stared at her that made her lips tremble. How could a total stranger affect her so?
“Your Grace, allow me to present Miss Philippa Wilson to you.” Beau had to tug her to get her feet to uproot themselves from the floor.
She dipped into a curtsy, her hands shaking. “Your Grace.”
The duke beckoned her closer. “Come here, Miss Wilson. Come closer to the light. My eyes aren’t what they used to be.”
She released Beau’s arm and moved toward St. Albans until she was next to the warm, crackling fire. The duke’s silv
