He tapped the paper against his lips. Which only left him with…
Miss Jones.
A vision arose of those amber eyes concealing golden flame.
An enigma.
And he found he was not quite so irritated to hear of Miss Webster’s withdrawal as he should have been.
Instead, a sense of anticipation thronged his veins.
Although that could also be because Sir Edmund had solely given him till the end of the month. A short timeframe indeed.
“I’m off upstairs,” he stated to Cruikshank. “Make sure I am undisturbed.”
“Naturally, Sir.”
Hugh ascended the staircase from the hall, shoving off his jacket.
By the first floor, his exquisitely knottedMathematiquecravat was undone and draped over the banister.
By the second, his waistcoat was on the rug.
He flung open double doors and lobbed his shirt over his head.
Naked from the waist up, he stretched.
Time to rid himself of some excess energy.
