Daring To Love The Duke's Heir

Neville grinned and shook Dominic’s hand. ‘Very well, Avon. Very well.’

Dominic shifted his attention to Gideon, Lord Wendover. Miss Liberty Lovejoy’s twin brother. The family resemblance was strong—the same stubborn chin and the same blue eyes. He wondered idly if Wendover’s irises were likewise flecked with gold before jerking back to the realisation that he was staring mindlessly at the man. He thrust out his hand.

‘I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Avon... Alex’s brother.’

Gideon shook Dominic’s hand. ‘Wendover. Good to meet you, Avon, but... I beg you will excuse me—I’m due backstage.’

His words slurred and Dominic could smell the gin on his breath, but at least neither Alex nor Wolfe appeared foxed. Gideon was quickly absorbed into the throng of people slowly shuffling out of the theatre.

Alex muttered a curse. ‘I’ll call on you tomorrow, Dom. I have to go now. C’mon, Nev.’

He followed Gideon but, as Neville began to move, Dominic grabbed his arm.

‘Hold hard there, Wolfe.’

Neville halted, but looked pointedly at Dominic’s hand on his sleeve. Dominic released his grip.

‘Give me a moment,’ he said. ‘I just want to be sure he’s safe.’

Understanding dawned on Neville’s face. He’d been friends with Alex for a long time and had stood by him through difficult times and wild behaviour. ‘There’s nothing going on that need trouble you, Avon. We’re tryin’ to watch out for Gid, that’s all. He’s got the bit between his teeth—taken a fancy to Camilla Trace and we’re trying to stop him doing anything stupid like promise to marry her when he’s in his cups!’

Camilla Trace was a beautiful and popular actress currently appearing at the Sans Pareil.