guessed, since he was the sort of person constantly pictured in the gossip columns of Queen, Tatler, and even Vogue, KissCo's public relations depart

ount Bonmouth, the eighth Viscou

the part. He was

from a shirtmaker's in Jermyn Street, who'd also served three generations of Allstons, and his hand-lasted shoes were from Loebbs. He had neatly cut brown hair and a fine, delicately boned face, wi

ittle too perfectly sometimes, as his grace could be seen to border on the effeminate. His attitude was not haughty, however. He was not the sort of aristocrat who had seen everything and

?' David asked, as Clare told him

wee

knew he didn't do much more than see that the family 'pile' in Hert-fordshire was kept in good order. He certainly had

tated that in social situations his own needs and desires should never be allowed to take precedence over those of anyone else, particularly those of a woman. From an early age, Da

ally, s

aid, as if they we

restaurant and into the car as quickly as he dared. The drive to his house was a

ge rectangular windows, curved side walls and a grandiose, stucco-fronted façade with a portico. In square-s

the large vestibule, where a huge crystal chandelier hung from

eded a brandy to fortify herself, the

oloured sofas were arranged around a large fireplace, its g

don and country houses, but on this occasion David went to a large, walnut cocktail cabinet and

was standing by the window,

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ng for

in the

cy hung between th