Page 65 of The Duke of Seduction
Beck scowled. “I think I’m done revealing things today.”
“Fair enough.” Felix fell mercifully silent for quite a while. However, as they neared the city, he spoke up again. “Perhaps it’s time you gave love another chance. Priscilla was an awfully long time ago.”
It wasn’t that Beck hadn’t given it a chance. He’d simply never encountered it. And the desire he felt for Lavinia wasn’t love. He wanted her—desperately—but love?
Beck eyed his friend. “You might take your own advice. But then I don’t think you’ve ever given it a first chance.”
Felix’s gaze iced over, and Beck felt the chill. “No, I haven’t, nor do I plan to.”
Beck knew that, of course, but Felix had pushed, and dammit, Beck would push back. He wasn’t foolish enough to continue, however. For all his good nature and ability to create amusement wherever he went, there was a wall around Felix’s heart that no one penetrated. Not even his closest friend.
Settling back for the remainder of the ride, Beck focused his mind on what he would write. He’d draft the poem as soon as he got home—what better way to channel his anger and frustration?
And his unsatisfied lust.
