Duke with a Duchess (Wicked Dukes Society #5)

The sound of hoofbeats approaching through the early morning mist interrupted Everett’s grim solitude. He slowed his mount and turned to discover the interloper who approached.

King cantered toward him, looking dashing astride a dappled mare. In typical Kingham fashion, he wore a brilliant scarlet coat instead of customary country tweed, along with fawn riding breeches and smart riding boots that were so well shined that they nearly reflected the surrounding landscape.

He reined in when they were abreast. “Good morning to you, old chum.”

“There is nothing particularly good about this morning,” Everett grumbled.