Chapter 20
“My dear Lord Sinclair,” Serena, Duchess of Warwick, gushed as Sinclair entered the drawing room, a sinking feeling in his stomach.
She stood and stretched out her hands for him to kiss. “I vow, I cannot tell you how concerned I have been. First you disappear from polite company, then you decline the invitation to my little soiree. I had to assure myself nothing unfortunate had happened to you.”
“Didn’t you just?” Sinclair murmured as he kissed the air a good six inches above her gloved knuckles. The invitation must be what Quincy had tried to tell him about.
Serena’s perfume clogged Sinclair’s lungs. He tried to step back, searching for breathable air, but Serena tugged him down on the sofa beside her. “Actually, I have been feeling under the weather,” he said. Perhaps if s
