Lord of Scoundrels (Scoundrels #3)

Despite the unplanned-for pause at Stonehenge, Dain’s carriage drew up at Athcourt’s front entrance at precisely eight o’clock, as scheduled.

By twenty past eight, he and his bride had inspected the domestic army, all turned out in trim ceremonial array, and had been discreetly inspected in turn.

With a very few exceptions, none of the present staff had ever clapped eyes on their master before.

Nonetheless, they were too well trained and well paid to show any emotion, including curiosity.