Lord Virtue and Lord Exeter both have their eyes on the same wealthy heiress, along with her sixty thousand pounds.
Well-mannered gentlemen of the ton would leave the choice to the lady, but these two friends know each other far too well for that.
They settle the rivalry with a thoroughly improper wager: whichever man is more endowed will walk away with the fortune and the bride.
Virtue has never refused a challenge from Exeter, however irritatingly handsome and confident his friend may be, yet he is no longer certain he wants to marry a woman at all.
Once he starts noticing his best friend, looking away becomes the one wager he cannot win.
