Lady Delilah Dares A Duke By Sofie - Darling

"My father was a man of sentimental whims, Lady Delilah," Arthur replied, his voice a low, gravelly baritone that vibrated in her chest. "I am not. The Hollow is private property, and I will not have half the village trampling the flora for the sake of cheap ale and ribbons."

Delilah breathed a sigh of relief, but as she stood to leave, Arthur caught her wrist. Lady Delilah Dares a Duke by Sofie Darling

The room seemed to shrink. To appear as the Duke’s guest was to signal an intimacy that would set every tongue in Mayfair wagging. It was a dangerous dare, but Delilah Vane never backed down. "Agreed," she said, extending a gloved hand. "My father was a man of sentimental whims,

"I dare you," she whispered, her eyes flashing. "A wager. One game of piquet tonight. If I win, the fair proceeds in the Hollow. If you win... I shall stop petitioning you for the land entirely." The room seemed to shrink