The Viscount's Scandalous Wager

Georgie’s mother, Lady Deering, had opinions about everything and she had made it her mission to ensure Georgie heard every one of them at least five times during their tedious carriage ride. Each one had the same intent. She wanted Georgie to marry.

“Lord Whitfield's second son has just returned from the Continent,” her mother said, adjusting her gloves as the carriage rocked along the Surrey road. “He's taken rooms in Mayfair. Handsome enough, I'm told, and his prospects are improving now that his elder brother has that terrible cough.”

“You're banking on a man's death to improve my chances of ensnaring a title, Mama? How saintly of you.”

“I am being practical. As should you.” Her mother fixed her with that look—the one that meant she was running out of patience with a daughter who refused to submit to the idea of marrying and having children.