![]() ![]() ![]() Evie had been more than a little embarrassed to find herself with child at her age, especially in the face of her husband’s teasing claims that she was a walking advertisement of his potency. ![]() As a result there were eight years between the baby’s birth and that of the next oldest sibling, Seraphina. The duchess, Evie, had conceived unexpectedly long after she had assumed her childbearing years were past. While other men of his generation had become staid and settled, the duke was more vigorous than ever, in part because his youngest son was still only eleven. Frequent exposure to the sunlight had gilded his hair and darkened his complexion, making his pale blue eyes startling in their brightness. An active life at Heron’s Point, the family estate in Sussex, had kept him as fit and limber as a man half his age. “Same thing.” Sebastian unfastened his cuffs and began to roll up his shirtsleeves. “It would be more accurate to say I’m thrashing like a drowning rat.” “Reveling in the waning days of bachelorhood, are we?” ![]() Sebastian grinned and removed his coat, tossing the exquisitely tailored garment to a nearby chair. “It ended when we were all too drunk to see a hole through a ladder.” “I went carousing with friends for most of last night,” Gabriel admitted. ![]()
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