“Careful now.”
Blackheart’s expression remained impassive, which was how most of theTonknew him. “What’s done is done.” He said, staring at the papers stacked on his desk. Greys got the impression his friend was talking about some other situation.
Nonetheless, the duke’s words rang true. What was done was done.
Not only had Greys touched Diana intimately, but he’d taken her virginity. Or, as she had insisted, she’d given it to him. That alone ought to have him changing into something presentable and driving over to Byrd house without further delay.
But she’d tied his hands with a promise. Or had she?
Greys swallowed hard even as the sounding of the clock chimes reminded him of the early hour. There were other issues to clean up first—such as meeting with Lord Huntly to inform the earl that he’d changed his mind. He could only be grateful that he hadn’t gone so far as to sign any contracts as Westerley’s father had.
Once he’d dispatched himself of that commitment, he’d meet with Chaswick about making Diana an offer. With any luck, he’d secure her promise shortly after.
Because Diana might be stubborn when it came to getting what she wanted, but she hadn’t gone up against him yet.
Not in his world, anyway.
