A Deal with an Inconvenient Lady (Marriage Deals #4)

Chapter 31

Marcus entered then, his jacket slung over one arm, a stack of parchment beneath the other.

“Another dispatch from Scotland?” he asked as he leaned to kiss Catherine’s cheek.

“Yes,” she said. “Eleanor claims their shepherd believes the road cursed.”

“I believe the same of Bath’s symposium committees,” he said, settling beside her. “Though Eleanor’s research may yield more reliable conclusions.”

The next letter was in Beatrice’s familiar bold hand. Her salon in Cambridge had become a kind of informal council for wives of antiquarians, lecturers, and cartographers, though Beatrice’s sharp wit kept it from becoming any variety of tea-drinking society.