you.”
“I am fetched, Agnes,” he said. “I do not require escort.”
“I think he is afraid you will leave if you are left to your own devices.”
If not for Sophie, he would have already left.
“He isn’t wrong. I only came to tell him that the line dies with me.”
“You don’t think that lovely girl will want children?”
Of course she would. And she’d make a wonderful mother.
But not to his children.
To someone else’s children. Someone who loved her as she deserved, her and her damn bookshop stocked with texts no one but she would ever want. That would be his gift to her. The freedom to have that bookshop. To find that happiness. That love.
Just as it had been his gift to all the other women whose marriages he’d stopped before they happened. The chance to find love.
The chance Lorna had never had.
Sophie would have it.
That he hated the idea of her in love with another man was irrelevant.
“You’ll hear what he has to say before you leave,” Agnes said, as though it were her bidding that would make him. “You owe it to me.”
“For what?”
She looked to him then, and he realized that, though fifteen years had passed and she remained a beautiful woman, this place had aged her. “For all the years I’ve worried about you.”
He was ever disappointing the women around him.
They were at the door to his father’s study and as he stared at it, he remembered being a child and standing here, heart in his throat, worried about what the man on the other side would say.
There was none of that youthful trepidation in him now.
Agnes lifted her hand to knock, to announce their arrival.
King stayed her. “No.”
He turned the handle, and stepped inside.
The Duke of Lyne was standing at the far end of the study, at the oriel windows that looked out on the vast estate lands. He turned at the sound of the door. His father was impeccably turned out in navy topcoat and buckskin, boots to the knee, and perfectly pressed cravat.
“One would think that you would eschew formal attire this far from London in both distance and time,” King said.
The duke leveled him with a long, thorough, disdainful gaze. “One would think you would remember your manners in spite of the distance, and not turn up drunk in the middle of the day.”
King did not wait to be told to sit, instead sprawling into a chair nearby, enjoying the way one of his father’s grey brows rose in irritation. “I find that alcohol helps with my great distaste for this place.”
“You didn’t hate it when you were a child.”
“I didn’t see its truth.”
“And what is that?”
King drank. “That it turns us into monsters.”
The duke approached and sat in the chair opposite him. King considered his father, still tall and trim, the kind of man women would find handsome even as he aged. And he had aged in the last decade, the silver that had once been the purview of his temples now spread throughout all his hair, lines at his mouth and eyes that King had once heard referred to as signs of good humor.
It was humorous indeed to think of his father as the kind of man who was known for such a thing.
“You look well,” the duke said. “Older.”
King drank. “Why am I here?”
“It is time we speak.”
“You sent word you were dying.”
Lyne waved a hand. “We are all dying, are we not?”
King cut him a look. “Some of us not quickly enough.”
The duke sat back in his chair. “I suppose you think I deserve that.”
“I know you deserve more,” King said. There was a pause, and he said, “I won’t ask again, Your Grace. You either tell me why I’ve been summoned here or I leave, and the next time I see this place, I shall bear its name.”
“I could follow you to London.”
“I have avoided you for fifteen years, your grace. London is a very big city.”
“It will be difficult for you to do so if I resume my role as duke.”
“To do that, you’d have to take your seat in Parliament. I’m sure the rest of the House of Lords would be thrilled you were at last treating your title with respect.” He considered his father. “In fact, for a man who so thoroughly respected the title that he went to such lengths to protect it from being damaged by bad blood, it is a shock that you have eschewed such an important duty. You’ve been in London,