Chapter One Sir Tobias Aldridge was contemplating an act of coldblooded murder. Failing that, an act of barbarous incivility. By nature, Toby wasn't one to hold a grudge. As a gentleman of rank, wealth, and unarguable good looks, he'd never received a slight he couldn't simply laugh off. He called every man friend, and no man enemy. Until now. "So that's him." Toby glared at the man twirling a fair- haired beauty across the gleaming parquet-- Benedict "Gray" Grayson. The scoundrel who'd stolen Toby's bride, his future, and his very respectability, then returned to a bloody hero's welcome. "That's him. Here, have a brandy." His host, Jeremy Trescott, the Earl of Kendall, extended a glass. Toby accepted the drink and downed a quick, blistering swallow. "I could call him out," he murmured behind the glass. "I could call him out and shoot him dead to - night, in your garden." Jeremy shook his head. "You're not going to do that." "Why not? You don't think I have it in me?" Toby gave a bitter laugh. "Don't you read the papers, Jem? That affable Sir Toby is a phantom of the past, and good riddance to him. Where did honor and decency get me, I ask you? Jilted, and replaced by a thieving, unprincipled bastard." "Gray's not a bastard. He's the legitimate nephew of a duchess." "Oh, yes. And now a knight, as well. What isn't he? If you listen to the talk, Sir Benedict's a shipping financier, a West Indian planter, a feared privateer, a paragon of valor . . ." Toby shook his head. "I know the truth. He's the thieving bastard who seduced my intended bride. It's within my rights to call him out." "Even if you could do it," his friend said tersely, "you're not going to do it. This is Lucy's first ball. She's been planning it for months. If you turn it into scandalsheet fodder, I'll take you into the garden and gut you myself." "Well, if you didn't want scandal, you shouldn't have invited me. So long as I have the dev il's own reputation, I might as well live up to it." "You ought to rise above it." Jeremy lowered his voice. "Listen, you're bound to meet with them at some point. Gray's bringing out his younger sister this year, and they'll be at every major social event. Best to make your public reconciliation now and quell the gossip. Why do you think Lucy and I planned a ball so early in the Season?" "Because if you waited a few months she'd be too round?" Eager to change the subject, Toby clapped his friend on the shoulder. He had no intention of reconciling with Grayson, publicly or otherwise. Ever. "Congratulations, by the way." "How did you know Lucy's with child?" Toby made eye contact with his friend's wife across the ballroom, as she weaved through the crush of guests. For years, Lucy Waltham Trescott had dogged their annual hunting excursions at Henry Waltham's estate. She'd harbored a girlish infatuation for Toby but had forgotten him quickly enough when Jeremy captured her heart last autumn. He said, "I've three older sisters, and ten nieces and nephews to date. I can tell. A woman's face gets a bit rounder, her hair shines. A Excerpted from A Lady of Persuasion by Tessa Dare All rights reserved by the original copyright owners. Excerpts are provided for display purposes only and may not be reproduced, reprinted or distributed without the written permission of the publisher.
