Chapter Eleven
Joshua entered Lady Emmerton’s drawing room and looked around. Just off to one side of the room was exactly the person he was looking for; the one person who would make his life so much easier.
It was almost never that such a thing could be said for the most notorious gossip in Town, but tonight, that was precisely who he needed. He made a beeline for Lady Findlater.
“Good evening, ladies,” he said, joining the lady and her almost constant companion, Lady Wraxley. The two women had had their heads together, most likely discussing some poor soul and tearing her to shreds.
They both jumped guiltily.
“Oh, Lord Wickford, how lovely to see you this evening,” Lady Findlater said, not looking at all happy, but then she rarely did.
“And you.” He smiled at them. “I was wonderin
