Chapter Sixteen
AFTER RETURNING HOME that evening, Richard bade Teresa good night at the bottom of the stairs as usual and then quickly retreated into his library before he was tempted to act on his growing attraction towards her. However, for some reason, even as he sat down in his favorite chair, he felt the urge to go out.
He hadn’t actually been to his club for some time, preferring the solace of his library to continuing with the effort that was still required to maintain his merry façade. This evening, however, he wanted company.
The smoke-filled room at White’s was gratifyingly unchanged with the same heavy leather furniture scattered about the large reading room. Richard walked through on his way to the card room, which, in turn, was filled with the same tables that had been th
