Lord of Scoundrels (Scoundrels #3)

Andrews entered then, and the first footman, Joseph, with him.

His Lordship’s beefsteak was set before him, and his ale.

Andrews cut the steak while Jessica, who had wanted to perform that small service, sat uselessly in her chair, pretending to eat a breakfast that tasted like sawdust and was about as easily swallowed.

She—the expert on interpreting men—scarcely understood her husband at all. Even last night, when she’d discovered he was not vain, as she’d believed, and that the love of women had not come easily to him, as she’d supposed, she had not guessed the extent of the trouble.