My True Love Gave To Me…
...Nine Ladies Dancing…
Chapter Nine
Debra Rogers
Christmas 1814
Smoothing the back of Lord Dominick
Carrington’s coat of superfine for the third time, Fitzhugh, the gnarled valet
he’d inherited from his father, stepped back to survey the newest Earl of
Abernathy.
Nick indulged the man though he couldn’t
restrain the tick in his jaw at the fussing. He wasn’t a trussed up goose,
fattened for Christmas dinner, for heaven’s sake. “Why must I attend this
affair?” he groused.
The valet took a deep, patient breath. “Your
late father never missed the Pemberton’s Christmas ball and your
brother...pardon me, my lord––” Stopping abruptly, he peered above his bushy
brows.
“No, go on,” Nick encouraged the man, who
bobbed his head in acquiescence. His brother’s death had sealed his fate. If you
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