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What the Marquess Sees
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Author: Amy Quinton
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    Interesting. Why wasn’t the man clad in his wedding finery?
    “Am I going to like this?” He didn’t know whether or not he wanted to hear the answer, but he asked it anyway.
    “Oh, you’re going to love it.”
    Cliff raised one brow in question, unconvinced.
    “Don’t look at me like that. You will. You care too much about Grace to see her remain unhappy for the rest of her days, living and working without the man she loves. You’ll relish this task. I promise.”
    Ah, Miss Grace Radclyffe, a wonderful woman—sweet, friendly, beautiful—and utterly in love with her Ambrose.
    “I’m almost afraid to ask, but, exactly, what are you planning?”
    And do I want to know the answer?
    Ambrose crossed his arms in a defensive pose. “I’m going to ask Grace to marry me.”
    Cliff lurched upright, the covers falling to his waist. Had he been drinking, liquid would have sprayed out his nose and mouth and drowned the both of them. “What? Are you crazy? Have you forgotten you’re about to get married in…oh…” he squinted over at the clock on the mantle, “about half an hour to someone else?” He refused to say his fiancée’s name.
    “Of course, I haven’t forgotten—could you?” His friend raked his hand across his face. “Never mind. Don’t answer that. I already know the answer. No, I’m simply not going to marry Lady Beatryce, and that’s all there is to it.”
    Dansbury tried not to cringe at the mention of Lady Beatryce, unsure if he was successful. He eyed his friend, but still couldn’t tell.
    “Good God. It’s about bloody time.” Truth. “But what about contractual obligations, your word, and all that other shite you’ve been spouting for the last month?” His friend had been trying to convince himself as much as everyone else that he had to go through with this marriage. Dansbury had been trying to talk Ambrose out of it ever since the man had first announced his misbegotten plan to marry her.
    “Funnily enough, I never actually asked Lady Beatryce to marry me. We just announced our betrothal as if I had. And I never actually signed the betrothal contract either.”
    That surprised him. Lady Beatryce and her family had pulled all sorts of underhanded tricks to ensure this wedding would happen. He found it difficult to believe that a detail such as signing the betrothal contract would be overlooked by the Beckett Family. But he trusted his friend, implicitly. Hell, he trusted everyone—for better or for worse—except for Lady B and her family.
    “Damn me, you’re actually going to do this, aren’t you?” Cliff’s heart picked up its pace. Damned fickle organ.
    “You may depend upon it, and I need you to go to the church and inform Beatryce of the change of plans.”
    “Ha! Of course.” Cliff fell back and threw his arm over his head. He was not hiding. He strove for indifference. “But why don’t you do it?”
    “I don’t have time. I don’t want to waste another minute without my Grace. I need her like I need air, and I’m on my way to Oxford to tell her that, or something like it. I’m sure much begging and groveling will be involved.”
    Cliff laughed. “What about our investigation? Did you get my note?” He still hid under his arm. The sun chose today, of all days, to be brutal with its intensity. That was his only reason for hiding his eyes. He wasn’t trying to hide his excite…er, surprise over his friend’s decision. Not at all.
    Earlier in the week, Cliff had sent a note to Ambrose about his search of the Beckett Estate in West Sussex. Unfortunately, like in the case of the man’s London residence, he had found no evidence to help their investigation.
    As part of their enquiry into the goings on of the Secret Society for the Purification of England, they were investigating the assassination of Ambrose’s father, the 9th Duke of Stonebridge, which occurred seventeen years ago. They believed that the duke was murdered by edict of the
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