“My brother Aden is about to wed yer sister, so I reckon he has reason to be forgiving of yer previous idiocy. “Aden said I still had his blessing to marry your sister.” Immediately Matthew took a half step backward, toward the curtains. “I’ve nae seen ye without my sister by yer side for the past … what is it, three days since ye nearly ruined yer family’s reputation?” But his brother Niall loved her, and she him, so he had nothing else to say about that. If his mother wanted to delve into the details, Miss Amelia-Rose Hyacinth Baxter had ended up married to a MacTaggert-just not to him. She’d tried to present him with a pretty wrapped bow of a lass whose family had already agreed to a marriage, and he’d fled into the streets rather than sit through Romeo and Juliet beside her. That would’ve been the first time she’d flung a female at him. “Your mother wants to remind you not to repeat what happened on your first night in London.” “Coll.” A low voice came from the curtains, and Matthew Harris stepped into the hallway. Since his two younger brothers firstly weren’t present and secondly had already found wives, everyone in the entire damned theater had to know that the lasses were there for him. Two damned women and their families to share Lady Aldriss’s private box. This time his mother, Francesca Oswell-MacTaggert, Countess Aldriss, had thrown two lasses at him while he was trying to watch a blasted play. “I’ll find my own damned wife, thank ye very much!”Ĭoll MacTaggert, Viscount Glendarril, shoved aside the curtains and stomped out of the Oswell-MacTaggert box at the Saint Genesius Theatre.

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