““What did she mean when she said she would lose everything if she married me?" he asked aloud. "Perhaps she's in love with someone. If so-" "There are young women," Westcliff pointed out dryly, "who have goals other than finding a husband." Folding his arms across his chest, Gabriel sent him a sardonic glance. "Are there? I've never met one of those." "I believe you may have just now." The earl glanced back in the direction Lady Pandora had gone. "A wallflower," he said softly, with a faint, reminiscent smile on his lips. Aside from his father, there was no man Gabriel trusted more than Westcliff, who had always been like an uncle to him. The earl was the kind of man who would always make the moral choice, no matter how difficult.””
