Saint took a seat at the main faro table at the Society club. “What the devil is a ladies' political tea?”
Tristan Carroway, Viscount Dare, finished placing his wager, then sat back, reaching for his glass of
port. “Do I look like a dictionary?”
“You're domesticated.” Saint motioned for a glass of his own, despite unfriendly looks from the tables'
other players. “What is it?”
“I'm not domesticated; I'm in love. You should try it. Does wonders for your outlook on life.”
“I'll take your word for it, thank you.

Auteur: Suzanne Enoch