The running of her household was best left to the gentlemen.
It was a good thing, too, for the indomitable Lady Maccon had other things to occupy her time and attention. Between him, Floote, and Biffy, there would never be a single upset in the running of the Maccon household. Even newly hired and after only a day’s residence, they were already providing exactly what he required without need for any time-wasting orders. Professor Lyall was the type of man to have that kind of relationship with the domestic staff. “Good evening, my lady, my lord.” The Beta assumed his seat.Ī maid appeared at his elbow with fresh tea and the evening’s paper. It was an aura that Alexia was beginning to suspect Professor Lyall had cultivated for decades. The Beta was his usual unassuming self-his sandy hair neatly combed his angular features arranged into a nonthreatening expression his demeanor quiet, self-effacing, and utterly forgettable. But you are to check in with either me or Randolph as to his progress.”Īs the earl said this, Professor Lyall wandered into the dining room. Remember, I can tame him if I have to, if he loses control and goes to wolf.” She wiggled ungloved fingers at her husband. “Then you really should give him to me for a while. Unintentionally his fault, but Lord Conall Maccon was not the kind of gentleman who shifted blame merely because they were all victims of circumstance.Īlexia took a breath and then dove for the kill. Our new pup is not a fighter, not like that.” Her husband’s lovely eyes were pained and guilty. “If Biffy becomes a loner, you don’t believe he would survive. Alexia thought she spotted the real source of her husband’s concern.
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