Chapter Forty-Seven
“So . . . you and Lady Violet?” Devereux remarked, as they rode back over the Putney bridge.
“I don’t know what you mean,” Perry said evasively.
Devereux smirked. “Don’t you?”
“Of course not!”
“The pair of you made sheep’s eyes at each other all afternoon. If she’s not your inconvenient, I’ll eat my hat.”
“Well, she’s not!” Unfortunately, his denial sounded so false that even Perry heard the lie.
Devereux crowed with laughter. “I knew it!”
Perry felt his cheeks redden with chagrin. “Were we that obvious?”
“Well, I could see it, and I’m fairly certain the duchess could, too.”
Perry was absolutely certain that the duchess had known beforehand. It was the only explanation for the rather rigorous cross-examination she’d subjected him to.
“You’re a brave man,” Dev
