The Rake's Redemption

A carriage pulled up alongside them and one of the windows opened. Adam Glenfinning leaned out.

‘Care for a ride?’

George grinned. ‘You are in the nick of time. I can feel the wet sinking through my coat, and I know it has ruined my boots.’

Charles scowled at the man who had recently married his sister. ‘I’ll walk, thank you.’

Adam looked at him as though he wanted to say something very scathing. ‘Suit yourself, old man.’

George glanced at Charles. ‘I’ll walk with you then.’

‘No,’ Charles said. ‘Go with Adam. Just because I am deranged enough to stay in this downpour doesn’t mean you should.’

George studied his brother for a long moment. ‘I’ll see you at the house then.’

Charles nodded and waved them on, continuing to trudge through the wet. The last thing he should have done was to provoke Bertram Stockton into challenging him. He had honestly not thought the man had the stomach to do so. He had misjudged him and now he had to face the man and delope for he could not in good conscience shoot the man when he was right. And he had to consider what to do about the reputations of the two Stockton sisters. He was the worst thing that could have happened to them.

He groaned. This was complicated.

Inside the carriage, George sat opposite Adam and took off his wet beaver. ‘Ruined.’

‘I wasn’t in the nick of time?’ Adam said with a sardonic twist of very fine lips.

His brown eyes held a glint of amusement that went very well with the deep creases bracketing them. He was a large man with not an ounce of fat on him. Unlike his wife’s brothers, he was not a style setter, but his clothes were wellmade and well-fitted.