Whirlwind Affair

the town house, where Willis admitted him. Shelbourne still stood in the foyer.

'A moment of your time, Shelbourne,' he said.

Shelbourne raised his brows at his sharp tone, but merely said, 'Of course. My study?'

'The foyer is adequate.'

With an almost imperceptible nod from Shelbourne, Willis left them alone. Then Shelbourne regarded him through narrowed eyes. 'What on earth could be so important, Jamison, that you would leave that ravishing creature alone?'

'She is what I wish to talk about. Leave her alone.'

'Surely that is something the lady can decide for herself. And I must tell you, Jamison, she did not give me the impression that that was what she wanted.'

'She doesn't know your reputation as I do.'

Shelbourne appeared amused. 'Oh, but by all means, tell her. My wicked reputation is often half the attraction. And I've a particular fondness for experienced widows.'

Robert favored him with his most frigid, unwavering glare. 'Cast your jaded eye elsewhere, Shelbourne.'

'She doesn't belong to you, Jamison.' Cunning speculation flickered in his eyes. 'Or does she?'

It took every ounce of Robert's willpower not to wipe that smug expression from Shelbourne's face-with his fist. 'All you need to know is that she will never belong to you. Have I made myself clear?'

'I don't believe I care for your tone, Jamison.'

'I don't believe I give a damn, Shelbourne.' He took one step closer to the earl. Shelbourne was tall, but Robert had him by an inch, a fact he took full advantage of. 'I've said what I came here to say. You'd be wise to not give me cause to ever repeat it.'

Without waiting for Willis, Robert let himself out, striding quickly down the walkway to the waiting carriage.

From the narrow foyer window, Geoffrey watched the carriage depart. Hmm. Jamison clearly harbored a tendre for Mrs. Brown. Pity. The woman was not long for this world. And if Jamison got in the way, his days were numbered as well.

Chapter 11

The moment the carriage halted in front of the Bradford town house, Robert knew something was amiss. It appeared as if every chandelier and candle in the entire household were lit, for light blazed from every window. Before he and Mrs. Brown had made it halfway up the cobbled walkway, the double oak doors opened. Carters stood in the swath of light, his normally blank features lined with distress.

Fear hit him. Now what? Had something happened to Elizabeth? To the babe? He all but propelled Mrs. Brown up the steps and into the foyer. 'What's wrong?' he asked Carters, forcing himself not to shake the man by his lapels. 'The duchess?'

'No, Lord Robert.' Unmistakable anger flashed in Carters' eyes. 'But someone has attempted to rob us again.'

'Was anyone hurt?'

'No, sir. Indeed, nothing was taken. The scoundrel tried to enter Mrs. Brown's bedchamber from the balcony, but was scared off when Clara screamed. She'd just turned down Mrs. Brown's bed and was seeing to the fire when the French windows leading to the balcony opened. And there he stood, dressed head to toe in black, she said. Never heard a woman scream like that in my entire life. Gave all of us quite a turn, of course, not so much of a turn as poor Clara suffered.'

'Then what happened?' Robert asked.

'I was the first to arrive in the bedchamber, where I found Clara still screaming and brandishing the fire poker. Apparently she'd scared off the brigand. He'd vaulted over the railing to the ground. By the time I'd gotten the story from her, the bloke had vanished.'

'Where is Clara now?'

'Gone to bed, sir. Cook prepared her a restorative toddy to calm her nerves. Nearly fell to pieces afterward, but Clara quite saved the day.'

'Indeed she did,' Robert murmured. 'When did this happen?'

'Not more than half an hour after you departed, sir. As soon as I'd turned Clara over to Cook, I sent for the magistrate. Mr. Laramie interviewed Clara, then departed. He advised me to tell you that he'd inform you of any news, and to make certain all the doors and windows are locked. I've already been through the entire household checking. We are all secured.'

'Thank you, Carters.' Robert turned to Mrs. Brown, who had remained silent throughout his exchange with Carters. She stood still as a statue, her face devoid of color, her eyes twin pools of distress. He noted the slight tremor of her bottom lip, and the way her fingers were twisted together.

She was hiding something, damn it, and he'd had quite enough of it. He hadn't pressed her last evening, but tonight things would be different.

'I believe we need to have another conversation, Mrs. Brown,' he said softly.

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Allie stood in front of the drawing-room fireplace, staring at the flames, trying to absorb the heat to chase away the chill that had invaded her bones at Carters' disturbing news.

Dear God, it wasn't over. The ring, the box, they were both gone, yet still someone wanted something from her. Or simply wanted her… gone.

She clasped her hands tightly in front of her but could not stop their trembling. She could not recall a time in her life when she'd been more frightened. Or felt more alone. And not only frightened for herself. This menace no longer threatened just her. Lord Robert had already been hurt, and the town house ransacked and robbed. If she traveled to Bradford Hall, could her presence there bring danger to Elizabeth and her family?

She couldn't risk such a thing. The best thing would no doubt be for her to return to America. Immediately. Her heart balked at the idea, but she wouldn't forgive herself if further harm befell someone because of her. Because of her connection to David. For that was the only explanation. This person who wanted something from her had to be someone from David's past. Someone must have followed her from America. A sense of weary bitterness invaded her. So now you will steal something else from me, David. My chance to see Elizabeth.

Hot tears pressed behind her eyes. Dear God, she felt so alone-with a stabbing ache she'd never before experienced. And she was so tired of being alone.

'Are you all right?'

Lord Robert's deep voice sounded directly behind her. Turning, she found herself staring up into eyes not dark with anger, as she'd anticipated, but steady with unmistakable concern.

Reaching out, he cupped her shoulders. Warmth from his wide palms seeped through her gown. 'It is obvious that you are not all right,' he said softly. 'It is also obvious that there is more going on here than you've told me.' His fingers tightened and an edge entered his voice. 'Whatever is going on, it's placing not only you, but me and everyone and everything in my brother's household, at risk. I do not want anyone to get hurt.'

'Neither do I,' she whispered. 'Which is why the best thing is for me to return to America. On the first available ship.'

He seemed to freeze for several seconds. An indecipherable look flashed in his eyes, then his fingers tightened on her shoulders. 'No,' he said in an emphatic tone. 'That would not be best. We can solve this problem. Whoever is behind this will be apprehended. In the meanwhile, Bradford Hall is very secure, and once we arrive, I'll see to it that extra safety precautions are taken.'

His confidence wavered her resolve. God knew she did not want to leave. Of course, if she were to go, she