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Triumph and Treasure
(Highland Heather Romancing a Scot Series)
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“Saunders, sir.” The butler exhaled an exaggerated sigh. “I suppose you wish to be relieved of your hat and gloves?”
The butler gave the briefest of bows. “Good afternoon, Lord Bretheridge.”
He peered down his reedy nose.
Considering the top of the fellow’s head didn’t meet Flynn’s nose, the effect was rather comical. He was sorely tempted to stand taller to see if the man would tilt his head further. Except Flynn feared the majordomo might tumble tail over top backward if he did.
He almost grinned at the image. “Good afternoon to you as well. And your name?”
No, I intend to take tea with them on.
Flynn hadn’t imagined the annoyance in Saunders’s voice. Where in God’s name had Waterford
“Sir, your hat?”
“Yes, please.” Flynn passed the items to the butler’s outstretched hand.
The majordomo placed them on a table before closing the thick, arched door. Nose in the air, he marched past Flynn, sparing him nary a glance. “Their Graces and Mrs. Thorne await you in the drawing room. Tea has been served already.”
What the blazes? Mrs. Thorne?
The niece was married—no, had been married? Thus, the black garb.
The plot thickened.
Why so desperate to marry off a widowed niece? Something didn’t add up. A huge piece of the puzzle was missing. No doubt during tea today, that tidbit would be served up, whole and raw. He’d be expected to swallow the distasteful thing without complaint.
“Sir, are you coming?” Impatience laced Saunders’s voice.
“Yes, forgive me, I was distracted by . . .” Flynn swiftly skimmed the entry for a logical excuse. “Distracted by that.”
He pointed to a moth eaten five-point red deer with one ear hanging loose and missing a glass eye. The stuffed animal hung askew above the entrance. “What a spectacular trophy. Did His Grace shoot the buck on the estate?”
Saunders raised a brow, no doubt thinking Flynn was a cork-brained ninnyhammer.
“No. He did not.” The majordomo continued marching along the corridor.
No, the duke didn’t shoot it, or no, it hadn’t been shot on the estate?
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