Faith stared at him as confusion whipped through her. What Stephen had said...Impossible. She didn’t hear him correctly, couldn’t have heard—
She repeated in a whisper, too surprised to speak any louder, “Daniel Llewellyn...is the father?”
When Stephen cursed quietly at himself, she knew it was true.
Disbelief sank through her. How could that be? True, Daniel had created quite a stir that last season, matching Stephen’s roguish behavior measure for measure. But that had only been because of Stephen’s bad influence...hadn’t it? Daniel came from a respected family. Conservative Tories, no less. He never would have been so careless...would he?
“Let me explain.” Stephen gestured toward the steps leading into the dark garden below. “Please.”
She nodded stiffly. Bewilderment churned inside
