Duchess For A Day. Nan Ryan

from the minute they exited the dining room, suggested that he escort Claire back to her estate. She thanked him, but declined.

      On Parker’s arm she descended the mansion’s front steps. He handed her up into the carriage and asked, “May I escort you to Congress Springs in the morning? Everyone will be there, you know.”

      “You’re so kind, Parker. I’ve accepted an invitation to join a half-dozen of the ladies who are here this evening.”

      “Then I will see you there?”

      “I’m sure you will. And now, good night.”

      “Good night, Your Grace,” he said and reluctantly backed away. Claire glanced past Parker to the lighted mansion. She smiled with satisfaction.

      Hank Cassidy stood on the veranda in the moonlight, his muscular shoulder leaning against a pillar.

      He didn’t look happy.

      And that made the duchess very happy.