![]() ![]() His brother was watching, eyebrows raised. "That's no reason to destroy it!" He looked wildly back at the table. With her left hand she reached out and grabbed a crystal decanter. ![]() ![]() Rafe wasn't even sure how he found himself on his feet, but there he was, grabbing her arm. "I'm throwing out this liquor," she said simply, as if she were discarding a piece of broken glass. Imogen had pushed open one of the windows that looked down over the courtyard before Holbrook Court. Perhaps he would only allow himself a drink three times a week. It wasn't as if he ever neglected his estateā¦ much. He could drink a little, and then keep his drinking more controlled, so he didn't have a headache every morning. If Imogen took a drink in front of him, that would be a sign. Gabe answered something, but Rafe was too busy watching to pay attention. "How is baby Mary today?" she asked over her shoulder, giving Gabe another one of her delicious smiles. She walked over to the sideboard while he watched hungrily. Imogen looked at him sharply and then pushed away from her chair. ![]() He could see himself throwing down his cards and saying, "Enough is enough!" He was a duke, wasn't he? He could do as he wished. The idea had hovered at the edge of his mind all day. There was nothing to stop him walking over to the sideboard right now and pouring himself a glass of that exquisite golden whiskey they made in Scotland. ![]()
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