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believes me when I tell them I am a moral and upstanding gentleman, on this earth with the every intention of following every rule."

"Perhaps it is because most people make your acquaintance when you order them out of a carriage with a gun?"

"True," he acknowledged. "It does color the relationship, doesn't it?"

She looked at him, at the humor lurking in his emerald eyes, and she felt her lips tickle. She wanted to laugh. She wanted to laugh the way she'd laughed when her parents were alive, when she'd had the freedom to seek out life's absurdities and the time to make merry over them.

It almost felt as if something were waking up within her. It felt lovely. It felt good. She wanted to thank him, but she'd sound the veriest fool. And so she did the next best thing.

She apologized.

"I'm sorry," she said, pausing at the base of the stairs.

That seemed to surprise him. "You're sorry?"

"I am. For...today."

"For kidnapping me." He sounded amused, vaguely so. Perhaps even condescending.

"I didn't mean to," she protested.

"You were in the carriage," he pointed out. "I do believe that any court of law would brand you an accomplice."

Oh, that was more than she could take. "This would, I assume, be the same court of law that sent you to the gallows earlier that same morning for pointing a loaded gun at a duchess."

"Tsk tsk. I told you it wasn't a hanging offense."

"No?" she murmured, echoing his earlier tone precisely. "It ought to be."

"Oh, you think?"

"If truthiness gets to be a word, then accosting a duchess with a gun ought to be enough to get one hanged."

"You're quick," he said admiringly.

"Thank you," she said, then admitted, "I'm out of practice."

"Yes." He glanced down the hall toward the drawing room, where the dowager was presumably still enthroned upon her sofa. "She does keep you rather silent, doesn't she?"

"Loquaciousness is not considered becoming in a servant."

"Is that how you see yourself?" His eyes met hers, searching her so deeply she almost stepped away. "A servant?"

And then she did step away. Because whatever it was he was going to find in her, she wasn't so sure she wanted to see it. "We should not loiter," she said, motioning for him to follow her up the stairs. "The blue silk bedroom is lovely. Very comfortable, and with excellent morning light. The artwork in particular is superb. I think you will like it."

She was babbling, but he was kind enough not to remark upon it, instead saying, "I'm sure it will be an improvement over my current lodgings."

She glanced over at him with surprise. "Oh. I had assumed - " She broke off, too embarrassed to remark that she'd thought him a homeless nomad.

"A life of posting inns and grassy fields," he said with an affected sigh. "Such is the fate of a highwayman."

"Do you enjoy it?" She surprised herself, both by asking it and also by how very curious she was in the answer.

He grinned. "Robbing coaches?"

She nodded.

"It depends on who is in the coach," he said softly. "I very much enjoyed not robbing you."

"Not robbing me?" She turned then, and the ice, which had been cracked, was officially broken.

"I didn't take a thing, did I?" he returned, all innocence.

"You stole a kiss."

"That," he said, leaning forward with great cheek, "was freely given."

"Mr. Audley..."

"I do wish you'd call me Jack," he sighed.

"Mr. Audley," she said again. "I did not - " She looked quickly about, then lowered her voice to an urgent whisper. "I did not... do...what you said I did."

He smiled lazily. "When did 'kiss' become such a dangerous word?"

She clamped her lips together because truly there was no way she would gain the upper hand in this conversation.

"Very well," he said. "I shan't torment you."

It would have been a kind and generous statement if he hadn't followed it with: "Today."

But even then, she smiled. It was difficult not to, in his presence.

They were in the upper hall now, and Grace turned toward the family apartments where he would be staying. They moved along in silence, giving her ample time to consider the gentleman beside her. She did not care what he'd said about not completing university. He was extremely intelligent, unique vocabulary notwithstanding. And there was no arguing against his charm. There was no reason he should not be gainfully employed. She could not ask him why he was robbing coaches, however. It was far too forward on so short an acquaintance.

It was ironic, that. Who would have