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![]() Why would you ever think otherwise?”īefore he could respond, his mother turned to Claire. ![]() “I don’t recall your ever caring about the earl. It is family tradition to have a portrait of every earl and countess made shortly after they are married. “I didn’t see the point in having it done.” You’ve been married all of three years, and you have yet to have your wedding portrait made.” His mother had a tendency to be conniving, and Claire’s reaction more than his mother’s alerted him that some sort of conspiracy was afoot. ![]() “I shall keep that in mind.” Winking at Claire, she took the offered cup of tea. Turning his attention back to her, he said, “You are always welcome in my residences.” He seemed much too angelic for his mother. He was tall and slender, with graceful hands and the face of an Adonis. He suspected Leo was his mother’s latest lover. ![]() Westcliffe darted his gaze to the man lounging casually on the sofa. How is one to know that one is welcomed?” “You’re my mother,” Westcliffe stated succinctly, standing by the fireplace, refusing to be drawn into the unfamiliar tableau. ![]() He didn’t trust her visit any more than he trusted his wife, who was sitting in a chair beside his mother and preparing tea. Westcliffe had been studying reports in his office when his butler had announced that the Duchess of Ainsley had arrived. I cannot believe in all these years you have not invited me to visit your London residence.” ![]()
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