tray, pouring it into the untouched glass. He sat down in the other chair. 'Can we not be civil at least? If we're no longer friends.'
She bit her lip, turning her face toward the fire. For an instant there was a faint quiver at the corner of her mouth, which made him long to go down on his knees and gather her still hands and press them to his face. He took a sip of wine instead.
'I'm still your friend, Callie,' he said. 'And I always will be.'
She nodded, looking down. 'Of course.'
'This masquerade is opportune,' he said conver sationally. 'I want to investigate the Shelford account books. Are they locked away?'
'You want to see the Shelford accounts? Whatever for?'
He debated whether to tell her of his suspicions. He didn't want to frighten her. But since he had every intention of seeing that any money that had been embezzled from her fortune was replaced, even if he had to fund it himself, he thought it safe to be open. 'I had a talk with Sturgeon before I went away. I'm concerned that something's not right with your trust.'
'My trust?' She looked baff led. 'I don't under stand. You spoke to the major about my money?'
He gave a brief nod. 'Indirectly. There's something odd, Callie. Not about Sturgeon; I don't mean that. But I discovered that he was blackmailed out of your first engagement.'
She gazed at him. 'What on earth do you mean?'
'I mean that he didn't want to break it off. He was forced to do so.'
The shuttle slid from her fingers to the f loor. 'Blackmail? Oh come, that's nonsense.'
'It's true. It's nothing to do with you, or your marriage now, you needn't concern yourself with that. It has to do with his honor as an officer. He made a decision during the war-saved men's lives, in fact- but he disobeyed direct orders. It isn't something he wants to come out in public.'
'Oh?' she said in a dubious voice.
'I don't fault him for what he did, myself.' He retrieved the shuttle for her, careful that their hands did not touch. 'He had his reasons. But he's an officer, and if it were known, he'd be like enough to lose his commission and face a court-martial. So he broke off the engagement to prevent it coming out.'
She shook her head slowly. 'Are you certain? Blackmail, of all things!' Then she pursed her lips. 'No. I don't believe it. I think he simply didn't care to marry me and preferred another.' Then she glanced at him and raised her chin. 'At that time. He assures me that he feels quite differently now.'
Trev gave her a small smile. It didn't surprise him that Sturgeon was coming to love Callie in spite of himself. And well enough, if it would make him a better husband to her. Trev would be in Shanghai, making arrangements to become an opium addict.
'You aren't saying this just to butter up my feelings, are you?' she asked suspiciously. 'I don't mind that he broke it off before. You needn't make up silly stories about it just to make me feel better.'
He scowled. 'It's not a made-up story. And it's hardly silly if you've been embezzled of your fortune.'
She gave a little gasp. 'Nonsense! What are you talking about?'
'You'll have your money back, I'll make certain of that,' he said. 'But he was
'In between your escapes from the Bow Street Runners, I suppose?' she asked haughtily.
He held his temper. 'Who would be most likely to have access to the accounts and the trust? Who's your trustee?'
'My cousin, of course,' she said. 'Are you saying poor Jasper blackmailed Major Sturgeon and stole all my money, and then made the rest of them cry off too? And this while my father would have been alive-I don't suppose you're accusing
'Of course not.' Trev was becoming annoyed at her resistance. 'But stranger things have happened, you know, than the heir apparent wishing to help himself a bit early. How many years has your cousin had access to the Shelford accounts? I want to see the books.'
'I believe you've run mad. You don't suppose he altered the accounts! Cousin Jasper couldn't add a sum correctly if it were two plus two.'
'Couldn't he? I'd like to be certain of that.'
'It's quite impossible. I manage the accounts. At least I supervise him at it, because he's hopeless at the task.'
'Perhaps that's all a show. It was damned odd of him to gamble Hubert away-he may have come short in his reckoning and required money to cover himself. Or perhaps it could be the countess behind him? God knows she's as cold as any thief in Newgate.'
Callie made a face. 'I'll confess that I'm not fond of Dolly, but I don't suppose she's a criminal.' She reached down to her basket and pulled out a ball of white yarn. 'Perhaps you may have been too much with that class of person and become excessively suspicious.'
Trev f lung himself out of the chair, almost knocking over his wine. Callie looked up, wide-eyed, which made him realize the violence of his action. He took command of himself. 'Perhaps I have,' he said coolly. 'And it's taught me that anyone is capable of deceit, from the pink of the ton to a dustman.'
She gave him a long, clear look, then turned her face down to her work, taking a turn of yarn around the shuttle. 'Undoubtedly,' she said.
They both watched the shuttle move in and out of her tatting. Trev stood feeling much as he had in the dock: judged, tried, and condemned. 'You may doubt me, if you please,' he said finally. 'But someone blackmailed Sturgeon, and they did it for a reason.'
'Very well,' she said. She stood up and set her work aside, crossing the room to her dressing table. 'Here is a key to the desk in my cousin's study. It's on the ground f loor, in the south wing. Please be certain to tell Major Sturgeon if you discover that all my money is gone, so that he may jilt me in good time before the wedding.' She held out the key, making a stiff little curtsy. 'And of course you'll want to be prepared to escape through the window when you're discovered breaking into the earl's desk. I'd recommend the one to the far right, nearest the fireplace, as the others have a tendency to stick in humid weather.'
Trev caught the key from her hand and closed it in his fist. 'He won't jilt you. I won't allow that to happen.'
'Of course he will,' she said calmly, 'if it's true that I have no fortune. And perhaps it's for the best. I'm sure my hand would grow quite sore from all the kissing, and the posies merely wilt.'
Trev gripped the key. 'Damn it,' he said, taking a stride to her. He put his arm about her waist and held her up close against him and kissed her passionately, countering the moment of resistance in her, asking and demanding at once, until she made a helpless sound and her arms slid round his neck and a thousand nights of being without her ended in this hard embrace, clinging to one another as if they were drowning together.
She leaned against him, her fingers opening through his hair, pulling him down to her. The sound of the rain seemed to grow to a roar in his ears as her lips opened under his. Trev lost all reason. He drew her down, dragging them both to their knees in a deep, long kiss. He retained just enough sense to know that he must not lay her down on the carpet and take her there. They were in her bedroom, in Shelford Hall-as the world spun around him in sweet, hot lust and he outlined the shape of her body with his hands, he saved one mite of sanity and confined himself to kissing her mouth and her chin and her ear and throat and anything he could reach without pulling her gown entirely open-only down off her shoulder, only that much, or more, until the little modest ribbons and catches gave way and he tasted the ivory white skin just above her breasts.
She was making those feminine sounds that drove him to wildness, lifting herself to him, her body pressed against him in an invitation to much more. Trev squeezed his eyes shut. With an effort that was physical pain, he let go of her. He sat back to gain some control, and then stood up and walked across the room.
He threw open the shutters. He would have liked to open the window and douse his head under the roaring cascade off the roof, but all he did was lean his arm and forehead against the glass, breathing deeply of the chill air.
When finally he regained some composure and turned, she was standing, holding the gown up to her shoulder and trying to refasten it. Her hair had come down, cascading in a wave of tangled copper to one side, giving her a tousled and bewildered look. She glanced up at him, her face all warmed and softened by his kisses.
'Now I feel remarkably foolish,' she said resent fully. She turned her face aside. The firelight outlined the curve of her bared throat, and he thought perhaps he would die just looking at her.
'Well, you appear remarkably desirable,' he said. 'Which is awkward, under the circumstances.'
Her lashes swept downward as her chin came up. 'I must beg your pardon for inconveniencing you,' she retorted. 'I didn't wish to… to succumb… to that sort of thing.'
'I fear you only make it worse by looking at me that way.'
'What way?' She looked down at herself and up, tugging nervously to straighten her skirts.
'As if you'd like to slap me and be kissed at the same time.' He strolled over, made as if he would pass by her, and then at the last moment caught her waist and leaned his face into her throat. He brushed a light kiss over her skin. 'Where can I find a mask?'
'A mask?' she repeated helplessly.
'I think it best if I don't remain here where we might… succumb, as you put it.' He nuzzled her ear. 'Unless you'd prefer it?'
He felt her breasts rise and fall with unsteady breath. 'Oh, that is brilliant,' she said in a voice that would have been sarcastic if it hadn't ended on a slightly cracked and upward note. 'So you intend to prowl about the house in a mask instead?'
'Take your choice,
'I'm not your love.'
'You are,' he murmured into her hair. 'You always will be.'
She swallowed. 'I'm your friend merely.'
'Is it so?' He drew her against him, opening his lips against her temple. 'Callie. A mere friend?'
A tremor went through her, but she was soft in his arms. 'Don't,' she said. 'Oh don't.'
He shouldn't, he knew. But her body pleaded in spite of her words. She wanted him-he could feel her desire vibrate under every touch. She'd be in Sturgeon's arms; the vision froze his heart, crushed what little remained of his tattered honor. His embrace tightened as if he could hold on to her by strength alone. When she yielded and turned and lifted her face, Trev was lost to it.
He took her to the bed in a swift move, pressing her backward until he tumbled her atop the counterpane. He leaned over her, braced on his hands, looking down at her face. 'I want to see your stockings,' he growled. 'The plain white ones.'
Her lips parted, as if to make a refusal, and then she blinked. Her puzzled look only made her more adorable to him.
'Yes, I was driven demented in your closet.' He bent down to kiss her. 'I'm passionately in love with your hosiery.'
She twisted her ankles together. He could see that she tried to frown. Then she clutched his shoulder, tilting her head back as he ran his fingers along her leg and
