From where he sat in the box above the ballroom, Grey was able to watch Rose without her knowing.
The Duke of Ryeton, notorious rake and scoundrel, reduced to Peeping Tom. This is what Rose had brought him to.
It was exactly one week ago tonight that he’d made lover to her for the last time. In this very building, in a room he canceled the reservation for just an hour ago.

Author: Kathryn Smith