No one's ever expected much from Dalton Irving, the reserved, sheltered, and bookish heir to the family fortune. So in order to secure their place in London's society, the Irvings have arranged for Dalton to marry the brother of a viscount. A man who comes from a family with a title and with quite the scandalous reputation. A man Dalton doesn't know. A man who's very publicly announced that he doesn't want to get married, least of all to Dalton, right in the middle of their engagement ball. In an attempt to flee whispered words and sudden gossip and unexpected hurt from venomous words, Dalton finds comfort from the very last person he would have expected -- the wry, reclusive, and unsocial Edward Whitman, Duke of Wellingham. Edward Whitman doesn't like most people on his best days. They're dull and predictable and care only about money and status. Tonight, however, is the engagement ball for his best friend's brother, so he'll make an appearance to assure the night's success even if the idea of anyone marrying young Dalton Irving puts a strange ache in the pit of his stomach. But after Dalton's intended makes a mess of the ball, Edward suddenly finds himself alone with the young man, drawn to his wide-eyed curiosity and kindhearted generosity, his rambling and odd musings. Neither of them can imagine what this evening has in store for anyone, and all it takes is one night in London to change everything.

One Night in London: Dalton and Edward

“I’m afraid I’ve been monopolizing the conversation,” he whispered. “I’m sorry.”


“I’ve asked you several times not to apologize, Mr Irving.” Edward’s mouth held a fraction of a smile. “What shall we do to make you remember that?”


A breath caught in Dalton’s throat. He looked into Edward’s eyes, trapped in layers of blue and intensity and something far more complicated. They were beautiful. Hewas beautiful.


“I suppose…” Dalton swallowed roughly, unable to tear his gaze away. “You can continue reminding me. However you see fit.”


Edward’s eyebrows lifted along with his smile although that smile had shifted into more of a smirk. He leaned in even closer.


“I think I will.” Edward coaxed Dalton’s chin up and tapped the tip of his nose with his index finger. “Stop apologizing for things that do not require one.”


“Yes, Edward,” Dalton replied, and enjoyed the way that tasted on his lips. “But it is true.”


“That I’ve monopolized the conversation.”


Chapter 28