'He has to be someone in society,' Nathan decided aloud.
'Yes, I think so, too,' Alesandra agreed. 'I also think this man begged her to meet him somewhere and that her curiosity led her to forget caution. She was certainly flattered by his attention.'
'She must have been terribly naive,' Jade remarked.
'So is Catherine.'
'Catherine? What does my sister have to do with this?'
'She made me promise not to tell, but her safety is at issue and I must break her confidence. She also received flowers this morning.'
'Hell, I need a brandy,' Caine muttered.
Flannaghan returned to the salon just then. He handed a pile of papers to Colin to pass along to Alesandra. He'd heard Caine's request and immediately announced he would fetch the brandy.
'Bring the bottle,' Caine ordered.
'I hope to God we're all jumping to the wrong conclusion,' Nathan said.
'Better that we are,' Caine countered. 'Three women in our family are being courted by the bastard. Think the worst and plan accordingly,' he added with a hard nod.
Colin was sorting through the stack of papers, looking for the list pertinent to their discussion. He was given pause when he saw his name at the top of one sheet.
Alesandra wasn't paying any attention to her husband now. Her gaze was centered on his brother.
'Caine, you don't have sufficient information to assume there are only three,' she explained. 'This man could have sent dozens of gifts to women all over London.'
'She's right about that,' Nathan agreed.
Caine shook his head. 'My gut feeling is that he's coming after one of ours.'
Colin had just finished reading Alesandra's list. It took everything he possessed not to show any reaction. His hand shook when he placed the paper on the bottom of the pile.
He was going to become a father. He was so damn pleased he wanted to take Alesandra into his arms and kiss her.
And what a time to find out, he thought to himself. Colin wouldn't let her know he'd read the list, of course. He would wait until she told him. He'd give her until tonight, when they were in bed together…
'Why are you smiling, Colin? It's a damn bizarre reaction to this topic,' Caine told him.
'I was thinking about something else.'
'Do pay attention,' Alesandra requested.
Colin turned to look at her. She saw the warm glint in his eyes and wondered what in heaven's name he'd been thinking about to cause that reaction. Before she could ask him, he leaned down and kissed her.
It was a quick, hard kiss that was over and done with before she could react.
'For God's sake, Colin,' Caine muttered.
'We're newly married,' Alesandra blurted out, trying to find some excuse for her husband's display of affection.
Flannaghan came in with a tray loaded with goblets and a large decanter of brandy. He placed the tray on the table near Alesandra and leaned over to whisper close to her ear.
'Cook's back.'
'Does she have news?'
Flannaghan eagerly nodded. Caine poured himself a drink and downed it in one long swallow. Both Nathan and Colin declined the brandy.
'May I have a drink, please?' Alesandra asked. She didn't particularly like the taste of brandy but she thought the warm liquid might take some of the chill out of her. She was feeling queasy, too, and she was certain the distressing talk about murder was the cause.
'Flannaghan, get Alesandra some water,' Colin ordered.
'I would rather have brandy,' she countered.
'No.'
She was clearly astonished by his emphatic denial. 'Why not?' Colin didn't have a quick answer for her question. He wanted to tell her brandy probably wasn't good for her delicate condition. He couldn't, of course, because she hadn't told him about the baby yet.
'Why are you smiling? I do declare, Colin, you're the most confusing man.'
He forced himself back to the matter at hand. 'I don't like you drinking,' he announced.
'I never drink.'
'That's right,' Colin agreed. 'And you aren't going to start now.'
Flannaghan tapped Alesandra on her shoulder, reminding her of his message.
'Will you excuse me for a moment?' she asked. She noticed her lists were in his hands then. 'What are you doing with those?'
'I'm holding them for you,' he replied. 'Would you like me to look through them for the list you made concerning Victoria?'
'No, thank you,' she replied. She took the papers, found Victoria 's list second from the top, and then started to stand up. Colin shook his head at her and hauled her back.
'You aren't going anywhere.'
'I must speak to Cook.'
'Flannaghan can answer her questions.'
'You don't understand,' Alesandra said in a low whisper. 'She went on a little errand for me and I wanted to find out the results.'
'What errand?' Colin asked.
She debated answering him for a minute or two. 'You'll get angry,' she whispered.
'No, I won't.'
Her expression told him she didn't believe him.
'Alesandra?'
He said her name in that warning tone of voice he was certain would make her wish to answer him with all possible haste, but when she smiled at him he knew she wasn't at all impressed.
'Please tell me,' he asked.
He had asked, not ordered, and that made all the difference in her mind. She immediately answered him. 'I sent her to the Viscount of Talbolt's town house. Before you get upset over this, Colin, do remember you ordered me not to talk to the viscount. I adhered to your wishes.'
He was thoroughly confused. 'I still don't understand,' he admitted.
'I sent Cook to talk to Lady Roberta's staff. I wanted to find out if she'd received any gifts before she disappeared. Husband, we both know she didn't run away from her husband. Such an excuse is unthinkable.'
'She did receive gifts,' Flannaghan blurted out. 'The viscount pitched a tantrum, too. Staff believes Lady Roberta ran off with the suitor. The viscount isn't talking but his employees believe he thinks his wife ran off, too. The upstairs maid told Cook the viscount has turned to drink to ease his torment and stays locked up in his library day and night.'
'What the hell is going on here?' Caine asked. 'Could there be a connection between the two women?'
'They both disappeared,' Jade reminded her husband. 'Isn't that connection enough?'
'That isn't what I meant, sweetheart.'
'Maybe he's being random in his selection,' Nathan suggested.
'There's always a motive,' Colin argued.
'Perhaps with the first one,' Nathan agreed.
Alesandra was confused by that comment. 'Why a motive with the first and not the second?'
Nathan looked at Colin before answering. Colin nodded. 'There was probably a motive behind the first murder,' Nathan explained. 'But then he got a taste for killing.'
'Some do,' Caine admitted.
'Dear God,' Jade whispered. She visibly shivered. Caine immediately got up and went over to his wife. He pulled her out of the chair, sat down, and then settled her on his lap. She leaned against him.
'Do you mean to tell me he likes killing?' Alesandra asked.
