Page 71 of The Duke of Seduction
“Why are you sitting?” Felix took a step toward him, his gaze blazing. “You’ve no time to lose.”
He’d already lost Lavinia. What did time matter? “For what?” He looked away from Felix.
“Good Lord, man. Your evasiveness the other day spoke volumes. It’s evident to me you care for her and that there’s something between you. If you’re certain she feels nothing for you, then I suppose there’s nothing to be done. However, if you have even a chance at happiness, don’t you think you should try before it’s too late?”
Beck cocked his head to the side and gave Felix a suffering sidelong glance. “You offering me advice in matters of the heart is rather baffling, don’t you think?”
Felix threw his hands up. “I am no expert, that's true. But I put up with your anguish after Priscilla, and I know how wrapped up you can get in your own head. I’d rather not lose you for another series of weeks or months. Furthermore, you are notme. You are William Beckett, and you need love in your life—youwantit. Do you want her?”
He couldn’t lie. “Yes.” The word was a croak, a broken plea.
“Then go get her.”
Beck didn’t hesitate. He jumped up from the chair and found Gage still in the hall, still holding his hat and gloves. Grabbing them, Beck made haste out the door—and to the future.
