For a man who’s just inherited a small empire, Ian, you have a remarkably sour expression on your face. Would you care to join me for a drink and a few hands of cards, my lord?”
An ironic smile twisted Ian’s lips as he turned to acknowledge one of the few aristocrats he respected and regarded as a friend. “Certainly,” he mocked. “Your Grace.
Jordan Townsende laughed. “It gets a little tedious, does it not?

Autore: Judith McNaught

For a man who’s just inherited a small empire, Ian, you have a remarkably sour expression on your face. Would you care to join me for a drink and a few hands of cards, my lord?”<br />An ironic smile twisted Ian’s lips as he turned to acknowledge one of the few aristocrats he respected and regarded as a friend. “Certainly,” he mocked. “<i>Your Grace.</i>”<br />Jordan Townsende laughed. “It gets a little tedious, does it not? - Judith McNaught




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