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night. Maybe Archer had done something after he left the castle. But if so, there would be no reason for Wes and Gray to be summoned as well.
    Then an unfamiliar floral scent caught Wes’ attention. He lifted his nose in the air. “Who’s here?” he asked.
    Archer made a similar action and grimaced. “Oh, good God,” he sighed beneath his breath.
    Wes glanced at his twin. “Who do you know who smells like violets?”
    “Lady Sophia.” Gray smirked. “Which you would know if you could take your eyes or your snout off Lady Madeline for five seconds.”
    “I can’t help it if Lady Madeline’s rosewater overpowers everyone else in the room.”
    “Quiet,” Archer growled. His head was cocked to the side, which indicated that he was trying his hardest to overhear a conversation in another part of the manor. “She’s here for Cait,” he finally said with a sigh, his body relaxing marginally as he lifted his paper and went back to reading.
    “I sincerely doubt she’s here for Cait ,” Wes said. “But you can delude yourself if you so choose.”
    “She just asked for Cait, you idiot,” Archer growled. “That’s a fairly good indication of her intent.”
    “And what was her intent when she trapped you in the parlor last night?” Wes raised his brow at his brother. Then he sat back and waited for Archer’s reaction. He didn’t have to wait long.
    “And just what do you know of that?” Archer asked, his amber eyes narrowing as he laid his paper to the side.
    Wes shrugged. “Not as much as you, apparently. But for some reason, the lady would like to get your bollocks in a vice. I feel certain she has a good reason.”
    “There are so many to choose from,” Archer replied with a wolfish grin.
    “She’s a good friend of Lady Madeline’s,” Wes informed him. “You’d do well to leave her alone.” He knocked his forehead with the heel of his hand. “I’ll wager that’s why we’ve all been summoned this morning. Because you somehow offended Lady Sophia, and now Lady Madeline has told the duchess. Who must have told Cait. And now we’re all in for it. And it’s your fault.”
    “I sincerely doubt that’s why Dash called us all here at this ungodly hour,” Gray said beneath his breath as he laid his head back and closed his eyes, as though the very thought of keeping them open for one second longer was much too taxing for him.
    Wes kicked him in the shin. “Then why did he call us, if not because of something Archer did? You tell me that. You and I haven’t done anything since the race.”
    “It could be something you did prior to the race,” Archer reminded them both. “Sometimes it takes days for the news to get back to Dash.”
    “Not this time. You’ve offended Lady Sophia. And now we all have to pay,” Wes ground out. “You should never have suggested she had nice assets with which she could bargain.”
    Gray’s head bolted upright. He was suddenly fully awake. “Did you ask Lady Sophia to be your mistress?” he barked with incredulity.
    “God, no. Do I look like an idiot?” Archer replied.
    “Well, if you must know…” Gray said drolly. Archer scowled at him again. “So, what did you do then?”
    Wes felt compelled to interject. “I overheard your conversation with the lady when you spoke to her alone in the parlor last night. And I know she slapped you.”
    He had Gray’s complete attention now as he sat forward. “The lady slapped you? I’d have paid good money to see that.”
    “If only you had any good money,” Archer replied.
    “Well, now you have enough for all of us, don’t you?” Gray tossed back.
    “If you think you’re going to get your grubby little paws on my fortune,” Archer growled, “Then you are sadly mistaken, pup.”
    “So you’d leave us all in poverty while you take Lady Sophia as your mistress?” Gray grumbled.
    “I have no plans to do any such thing,” Archer barked.
    “She would never have you anyway,” Wes put in. “Not if her