A Little Bit Wicked.pdf

“Very well then.” The Honorable Nigel Cavendish, the only son of Viscount Cavendish, who seemed in excellent health and was expected to live for many, many years, raised his glass a little higher. “Here’s to love.” “To love,” Oliver Leighton, the Earl of Norcroft , seconded. The toast echoed around the circle of four men who had gathered at their favorite club to privately mark the wedding of their friend Jonathon Effington , the Marquess of Helmsley , and Oliver’s cousin, Fiona, a scant few hours ago. In spite of the fact that each and every man raised his glass to love, there was a distinct variance in degrees of enthusiasm. It wasn’t that any of them was particularly opposed to the emotion, indeed, Oliver would have wagered every man here was at heart a romantic, with the possible exception of Daniel Sinclair. The American was new to their number and was an interesting addition to their group. He was, as well, their mutual hope for turning a tidy profit in a railroad development venture in America .