Page 83 of Seduced By a Scoundrel

“The card tables are that way, and the billiards, of course,” the butler said. “The front room is generally reserved for a quieter guest. The dining room is right through there. Our chef specializes in French delicacies.”

“Naturally.”

It took some time to shake off the butler, who was very proud of the club, down to the building itself, which had stood since the time of King Henry VII. Sybil learned more about plinths and pediments and porticoes in ten minutes than she had in all her time with several governesses. Finally, he was called away by a member.

The book was like the others, leather binding well worn, spine cracked with use. Ink splatters.

And two more missing pages.

Still so many questions. Too many questions. Very few answers.

It was irksome.

Keir glanced down from where he was surveying the crowd like a captain on the deck of a ship, scouring for danger. He watched her reach for the quill. “What are you going to do?”

“I am merely adding a wager.”

Lord Singleton wagers Lord Blackburn that he weds first.

“If I can’t cackle, then you can’t growl,” she muttered at Keir.

“The hell I can’t.” He scowled. “I’m taking the bloody book.”

“You can’t.”

“I think you’ll find I can.”

“You’ll give us away. This is our only leverage.” She tried to nudge him away, and when he would not budge, she kicked his ankle. “I’m tired of waiting.”

And then, for good measure, she added three dots next to Lord Singleton’s name.