“Are you listening to me, Graystone?”
Daniel sipped his brandy and stared out his study window, vaguely aware his brother was talking. “Yes, I think you should.”
“You think I should what?”
“Do whatever you feel is right under the circumstances,” he said noncommittally. How long had he been here barely listening to his brother drone on, thinking only of Aubrey?
“Very well, I shall run off with Bane’s betrothed.”
Daniel nodded. “Sound plan, James.”
“And while I am at it, I will ask your solicitor for a huge raise in my allowance.”
God.
Ever since Aubrey walked away from him, he’d been unable to think about anything but him. He’d cared about Isabel, surely he had but he didn’t think he ever really loved her. Not the way he ought to have, anyway. He was fairly sure he did love Aubrey.
