Chapter Six
“So, it’s not true?” Lord Wickford asked, taking Swinton’s seat.
Charles frowned. “No. It is absolutely not true! The lady was sick. I helped her to her carriage. That is all,” he said as firmly as he could.
The club owner nodded. “I believe you. Sadly, the lady does have a reputation. Many of these men wouldn’t find it too hard to believe that she went straight from an assignation with Rogan in the library to one with you in your bed.”
“I can hardly believe any lady would do such a thing,” Charles commented, picking at his food again.
“I’m of the same mind. I do know the lady, and she doesn’t seem to be the sort to engage in such behavior. That doesn’t stop the rumors, however,” Wickford said, watching him.
Charles put down his fork. He couldn’t eat any more. “It doesn’t
