“Your mother wants to remind you not to repeat what happened on your first night in London.” That would’ve been the first time she’d flung a female at him. “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!” Coll MacTaggert, Viscount Glendarril, shoved aside the curtains and stomped out of the OswellMacTaggert box at the Saint Genesius Theatre.
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