What was I supposed to say or do now? As if things were not complicated enough already without Freddie making such a grand gesture.
I looked up at the duke, who was standing with his leather gloved hand resting on top of the car door. His hair was combed back, but he was dressed more casually than usual. His shirt was opened at the neck, and he was wearing navy-blue waistcoat and matching trousers under his woollen coat. He was still the most handsome man I had ever seen, and just the sight of him made me dizzy with desire.
Then I glanced down at Freddie, who was still waiting on my response to his proposal. My dear, sweet Freddie. He was the kindest, most lost loyal friend I could ever have hoped for, but as far as loving him romantically was concerned, I did not. Although, I tr
