"May I remind you, sir, that it will be exceedingly difficult to break off our engagement if people believe we have been in the habit of sharing a bedchamber. The entire affair is going to be awkward enough as it is."

There was another soft, inquiring knock on the door.

Sebastian slanted Prudence a derisive glance. "My dear, you do not know the meaning of awkward."

Prudence had had enough. "This is nonsense. You are not thinking

"Is that so?" Sebastian had his hand on the doorknob. "And pre­cisely what would you have me do under these circumstances, Miss Merryweather?"

"The practical thing. Get into the wardrobe and stay there while I deal with this."

He gave her a look of total disbelief. Then he jerked open the door.

Prudence was so annoyed with his high-handed behavior that the identity of her late-night visitor did not register for a few seconds. She gasped when she recognized Edward.

Lord Underbrink stood in the hall garbed in slippers and a dark blue dressing gown embroidered with his family crest. He did not immediately notice Sebastian because he was too busy checking the hall to the left to make certain it was still empty.

"Good evening, Underbrink," Sebastian said in a voice that could have frozen hellfire. "For the sake of efficiency, we may as well skip the formalities. Let us go straight to the point. I shall have my seconds call on yours as soon as we return to London."

"What?" Edward jumped a good three inches. His head snapped around and he stared at Sebastian with mounting horror. "Damna­tion. Angelstone, my apologies. I appear to have knocked on the wrong door."

"A brilliant observation. Definitely the wrong door."

"It was all a mistake, I assure you," Edward stuttered.

"A mistake for which you will pay dearly."

"Now, see here," Edward blustered, "you surely don't intend to call me out simply because I knocked on your door."

"This is not my door," Sebastian said.

Edward affected blank confusion. "It's not? But you are standing right there in the doorway. I fear I do not comprehend."

"This is my fiancee's door, Underbrink, and you damn well know it. I do not intend to discuss the matter now, however. I prefer to do so over pistols."

Edward was stricken. "It was an honest mistake, I assure you. I was under the impression this was another lady's door. An older woman. Married for years. Under the circumstances, I'm sure you'll under­stand that I can hardly reveal her name, but it was definitely not Miss Merryweather."

Edward was clearly desperate. "Sir, you cannot mean to challenge me over this."

"That is precisely what I mean to do." Sebastian started to close the door.

Prudence put a restraining hand on Sebastian's arm. "My lord, do stop causing all this commotion." She smiled reassuringly at Edward. "I am certain Lord Underbrink intended no insult."

"None at all." Edward gave Prudence a grateful look. "Wrong door. That's the problem. They all look confoundedly alike in this damn hall."

"Yes, of course." Prudence wondered fleetingly why she had not noticed until now how soft and ineffectual Edward was. "I can see how it would happen. There is certainly a great deal of activity in the hallway this evening, is there not? One wonders how any of the guests will get to sleep."

Sebastian slanted her a warning glance. "Stay out of this, Prue."

"No, I will not," she said calmly. "Do stop trying to frighten Lord Underbrink. He made a mistake and he is very sorry."

"He will be even more sorry by the time I am through with him," Sebastian vowed.

Edward flinched. "My lord, I beg your pardon. I assure you this is all a grave misunderstanding."

"There, you see, Angelstone? Underbrink has apologized." Pru­dence smiled benignly at both men but fixed Sebastian with a deter­mined look. "And you will kindly accept his apology before we attract undue attention."

Sebastian narrowed his eyes at Edward. "I shall deal with you later, Underbrink."

"Angelstone, you're being extremely unreasonable," Underbrink said frantically.

"Yes, you are, Angelstone." Prudence tugged futilely at his arm. "Now, do stop this nonsense at once." She turned to Edward. "Good night, my lord. You may rest assured that this matter is finished. Angelstone is not going to call you out."

Edward looked uncertain but hopeful. He stepped back and in­clined his head with stiff formality. "Good night, Miss Merryweather. Again, I am very sorry to have disturbed you at this hour."

"Think nothing of it. I seem to be up and about at odd hours with amazing frequency of late." Prudence reached around Sebastian and

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Sebastian turned on her. He was still seething. "Do not ever dare to interfere like that again. I will not tolerate it."

She eyed him warily, but she did not back down. "You were being unreasonable, my lord. And entirely illogical. Underbrink made a sim­ple mistake."

"The hell he did. He showed up at this particular door at this ungodly hour to see you."

Prudence brushed that aside. "Why on earth would he want to do that?"

"Because he wants you, you naive little ninny. He didn't take you three years ago and now he's wondering what he missed."

Prudence blushed. "Do not be an ass, my lord."

He loomed over her. "I am looking at the facts."

"You know nothing about the situation."

"Your brother told me the entire tale," Sebastian said.

"Did he?" That stopped Prudence for an instant. "Well, I assure you that whatever feeling Lord Underbrink may have had for me three years ago has long since vanished. He married another and that was the end of the matter."

"It would appear not." The glow of the candle cast the planes of Sebastian's face in demonic lines. "At least not on his part. What about you, Prue? How do you feel about him after all this time?"

"I am certainly not in love with him, if that is what concerns you, my lord." Prudence lifted her chin. "Although what business it is of yours, I cannot imagine."

"It is most definitely my business." Sebastian stalked across the room. "Furthermore, you needn't act as if my interest in the matter is unusual or odd. We're engaged, if you will recall."

His cavalier attitude toward their relationship outraged Prudence. "You seem to be the one suffering from memory lapses lately. Or have you forgotten that our engagement is a sham?"

He wrapped one hand around the bedpost and looked at her with hooded, unreadable eyes. "I wish to speak to you about this engage­ment of ours. I have had enough of this foolishness."

Dismay swept through her. "You wish to end it so soon, sir?" She floundered for a logical, rational reason that would forestall the inevi­table. "What about our investigation?"

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"I did not mean to imply that you are not also quite interesting, my lord," she said desperately. "Indeed, I have never met a more decid­edly interesting man. I am quite persuaded your intellect is of the highest order. I have been deeply impressed by your inquiring nature. And by your cleverness with locks."

"Enough." He released the bedpost and came toward her with an air of grim intent.

"Sebastian? What are you about?"

"Why don't you apply your intellect to that question, Miss Mer-ryweather? I'm certain you will very quickly arrive at the answer."

He caught hold of her and swung her up into his arms before she realized what he intended.

"Sebastian."

He tossed her lightly down onto the bed and sprawled on top of her, trapping her beneath his hard body. Prudence took a deep breath. The weight of him was indescribably exciting. She could feel the heat of him right through their combined layers of clothing.

She trembled a little as he carefully removed her spectacles and set them on the night table.

"Just once, Prue," Sebastian said against her throat, "do you think you might concentrate on me instead of on the bloody investigation?"

"I have been concentrating on little else except you for the past several minutes." She clutched at his shoulders and tried to focus on his implacable face. The jeweled fire in his eyes seared her. "What are you doing?"

"I am going to make love to you." He reached down and stripped her slippers off her feet.

"Now? Tonight?"

"Yes. Now. Tonight." He went to work on the buttons of her woolen gown.

A moment later she felt his fingers on the bare skin of her back. A tremor went through her as she realized how quickly he was working to undress her. In another minute or two he would have her bodice down to her waist. A deep, throbbing excitement awoke within her.

"Sebastian?"

"Hush, Prue." He stopped her faint, questioning words with a fierce kiss that effectively robbed her of breath. She moaned and in­stinctively tightened her grasp on his broad shoulders. Sebastian lifted his head to look down at her. "We will talk later." his thigh. The startling intimacy of the action sent a wave of hot and cold chills through Prudence. Memories of the night in Mrs. Leacock's bedchamber crashed through her once more.

With quick, urgent motions, Sebastian finished unfastening her bodice and tugged it downward.

"My sweet, Prue." Sebastian's voice was little more than a ragged whisper. He looked down at her breasts for a moment and then he reverently lowered his head and took one nipple between his teeth.