“I wanteveryoneto know I love Lady Danielle,” Andrew announced. “Always.”
Retracing his steps to join his brother at the bottom of the stairs, Anthony scoffed and gave his head a shake. “What are you about?”
“Father does it with Mother all the time. Haven’t you noticed?” Andrew asked in a quiet voice. “He doesn’t want her thinking he’s taking her for granted. Doesn’t want her taking a lover because she thinks he’s grown complacent, or because he has his eye on hiring a mistress,” he explained.
“Father would never hire a mistress,” Anthony claimed. “Everyone in Mayfair knows he’s heels over head in love with Mother.”
“Exactly,” Andrew replied, one of his brows arching to emphasize his point.
About to argue, Anthony realized his brother had a good point. Perhaps he did need to make his regard for Lady Dahlia more apparent—to her and to everyone else. “Noted,” he said on a sigh as they resumed their walk to the vestibule. “By the way, what were you reading when I interrupted you up in the library?”
Andrew struggled to keep a blush from coloring his face. “A book on animal husbandry,” he replied. “Breeding.”
Anthony aimed a grimace in his direction as they hurried out the door.
