![]() Which was exactly why Max had bought his own house several years earlier. “There’s no reason you shouldn’t live with me. ![]() “A mother should hardly have to summon her son to see him,” Lady Clarissa said tartly. “If you wanted to see me, Mama, you had only to send round a note.” His eyes darted this way and that, but there was no avoiding Lady Clarissa Hawthorne in all her majesty. He swore under his breath at the sight of the familiar figure in midnight-blue velvet. The first person Max spotted as he headed for the saloon was his mother. Shuddering at the very idea of well-bred virgins, he congratulated himself on the unlikelihood of finding anyone overly interested in marriage-in particular his marriage-at the event. The chaperones of well-bred virgins tended to keep their charges out of her trajectory. ![]() Although of good birth, she had lived in Storrington’s house as his pastry cook and high sticklers didn’t forget these things. Not least among the countess’s attractions, as far as he was concerned, was the faint odor of notoriety that clung to her. ![]() Max liked Lady Storrington and didn’t wish her a grasping harpy for a cousin. ![]() Don’t let her take advantage of your wife.” “I suggest you keep an eye on this new-found cousin. ![]()
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