Page 31 of The Duke’s Sworn Spinster (A Duel and a Wedding #1)

“I do not think I can do this.” Archer gripped the arms of the chair so tight, he felt the wood splinter beneath him.

Cora was pacing the room, her face almost as white as Archer’s knuckles. His brother-in-law, Lord Nittinghill was perched on the edge of a couch, his leg shaking so hard that the very floor was vibrating.