Chapter Seventeen
“You’re looking particularly lovely tonight, Cassia,” Lord Kineton said.
“Er, thank you. Is Lady Kineton with you?” Cassie asked, looking behind him pointedly.
A harsh laugh burst out of him. “Martha? God, no! She doesn’t want anything to do with me when we’re out in public. No, no, she’s got her swains who dote on her. I’m only good to satisfy her need for attention at home when there’s no one else.”
“Oh.” Cassie didn’t know what else to say. It sounded like a horrific marriage.
“Indeed. You, however, are beautiful. Why did I not marry you? Do you remember?”
“You married money,” Cassie reminded him.
“Ah, right,” he nodded, taking yet another step forward. “And I had no idea that dear professor, Lord Benton, was rich as Croesus.”
“I don’t know about that, but I do
