He eased back in the chair and kicked his Hessians onto the fireplace fender, for all appearances the model of a confident businessman when he was actually anxious as hell. Rather, he needed Winslow Shipping and Trade. But he would gladly flatter the man’s choice of club because he needed Henry Winslow. In truth, he preferred Boodle’s, where the gambling required more skill, the stakes were higher, and the women allowed in through the rear entrance were more interesting. Robert popped the cigar between his teeth before Winslow could see his self-satisfied smile. “Hear! Hear!” Winslow lifted his glass and gasped softly as he took a swallow. “Businessmen and merchants, traders, importers-the men who make England run.” “I prefer here, with the real leaders of England,” Robert corrected casually. Before them, a crackling fire warmed away the chill of the winter afternoon outside the large windows, whose gray sky once more threatened to snow. Robert Carlisle’s gaze drifted from the smoke curling from the tip of his cigar to the man sitting in the leather chair across from him in the smoking room at Brooks’s. I suppose you prefer White’s,” Henry Winslow drawled. Michele Bidelspach, Jordan Rubinstein, and Angelina Krahn To send me away to school or to a convent As the Devil Dares (Capturing the Carlisles #3)įor urging me to write about the Carlisles
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