He left the room, then quickly checked the rest of the house, making sure the windows remained locked, inwardly cursing the number of rooms in the household. When he'd satisfied himself that no one had gained admittance, he reentered the foyer. Julianne and the servants remained exactly where he'd left them with Caesar standing before them like a sentry.

"No one has entered the house," he reported, pleased that she'd followed his instructions and noting the relieved looks on everyone's faces. He looked at Mrs. Linquist. "Lady Julianne could use some hot tea."

"Of course she could," the woman said, making clucking noises like a mother duck fussing over her young. "Such a fright she had. I'll see to it at once."

Gideon nodded at Ethan. "Go with her."

"I'll fetch a mop," said Winslow, glancing at the muddy, wet mess Gideon's boots had made of the pristine floor.

After they left, Gideon looked at Julianne. Her eyes were still huge, but they'd taken on a fierce gleam, and she was no longer shaking. She clutched her embroidery scissors to her chest and looked fully prepared to use them against anyone foolish enough to attempt harming her.

Something in his own chest turned over at the sight of her: beautiful and frightened, yet determined and brave. She might have started off screaming, but by God, she'd pulled herself together. Hadn't succumbed to the vapors or tears. He had to lock his knees to keep from giving in to the overpowering urge to take her in his arms.

"What happens now?" she asked.

"I'm going to check outside."

Her eyes widened, and she shook her head. "But what if he's out there? That knife-"

"Given the alarm you raised, I'm certain he's gone. And I have a knife, too."

Her glance flicked down to the blade he held. "His knife is bigger."

Bloody hell, she was worried about him. When was the last time anyone had worried about him? He couldn't recall. Still, he wasn't certain if he was more touched by the sentiment or insulted. "I have another knife as well, so he's outnumbered."

She reached out and grabbed his sleeve. "You'll come back?"

He glanced down at her slim, pale hand on his wet, black sleeve. Bloody hell, he liked the way it looked there. Felt there. Not trusting his voice, he jerked his head in a nod. After stepping back, he looked down at Caesar and commanded softly, "Guard." Then he exited the house and, after hearing her lock the door behind him, he made his way to the rear of the mansion.

The rain had tapered off to a relentless, cold drizzle. When he reached the tree outside Julianne's bedchamber window, Gideon crouched down. Even in the dark he could discern the muddy, rain-filled impressions of a man's boot, which meant the bastard had used the tree to climb up. It also meant the man he sought was agile, athletic.

He crouched down to study the footprints. They appeared to be the same size as those he'd discovered beneath Lord Daltry's window this morning. Gideon followed the prints, which led along the perimeter of the garden to a gate leading to the mews. The gate was locked, but a man who could climb a tree to the balcony was certainly capable of scaling the eight-foot wall. Gideon unlocked the gate, but as expected, the mews were deserted. Grim, he returned to the house.

The instant Winslow admitted him, Julianne asked, "Well?"

"It appears he climbed the tree to gain access to your balcony. Since I didn't see him nor did Caesar sense him, I believe he must have known of my presence. He waited until I'd left the rear of the house, then entered through the mews. He would have had ample time to do so before I made my way around the property back to the rear of the mansion. Since he obviously knows which bedchamber is yours, you'll need to sleep in a different room until he's caught-one without a balcony or tall trees outside the windows. Nor an adjoining door to another room that has either. Is there such a chamber?"

She considered then said, "Yes. The room two doors down from mine. Do… do you think he'll be back?"

"I doubt he'll attempt to return tonight, although I won't be letting down my guard in case he does. But after tonight… yes. I think he'll be back. And I've no intention of allowing him to get away again."

She frowned, clearly troubled. Which was bad, because that made him want nothing more than to reach out and brush his fingers over the furrow between her brows. To reassure her that he'd allow no harm to come to her. And since the urge was so strong, he needed to get away from her. As quickly as possible.

"Winslow, I'll need a list of every person who entered the house today: servants, deliverymen, callers, everyone."

"Yes, sir. I'll consult with the housekeeper in the morning and prepare the list."

"Good. One more thing…" He withdrew the snuffbox from his pocket and held it up so both Winslow and Julianne could see it. "I found this last night. Do either of you recognize it?"

He handed the piece to Winslow, who held it up to the candlelight. He frowned, hesitated, then shook his head before passing it to Julianne. "I've never seen it before."

Julianne studied the ornate box for several seconds, then handed it back. "It's not familiar."

Gideon tucked the box back into his waistcoat pocket and turned to Winslow. "If you'll stay with Lady Julianne, I'll return to my rounds."

Before the butler could answer, Julianne said, "You'll do nothing of the kind. You're soaked to the skin and must be half-frozen." Turning to Winslow, she said, "Please light the fire in the drawing room and instruct Mrs. Linquist to bring the tea there. Mr. Mayne will require towels and-" she turned toward Gideon, and her gaze skipped down his wet length. "Do you have a change of clothes?"

"No. And there's no point, as it's still raining."

"As you've already ascertained that the intruder is no longer about, I see no reason for you to return outside, at least until my parents return home. Besides, since it appears I'm the intruder's target, I'd feel much safer if you remained with me."

Damn it, she had a point. He should remain with her. Needed to remain with her and not let her out of his sight for a minute. The thought of what might have happened to her if that knife-wielding bastard had gained entrance to her bedchamber-

He cut off the thought, forcing it from his mind. She was unharmed. But to insure she remained that way, he needed to stay with her until her parents returned home. He had to keep her safe.

Yet one look at her, so beautiful, those huge eyes staring up at him, filled with trust and unmistakable admiration, as if he were some sort of hero, and he knew he was in deep, deep trouble. The need to touch her, taste her, breathe her in, clawed at him with razor-sharp talons. Just who the bloody hell was going to keep her safe from him?

Chapter 10

"Thank you, Mrs. Linquist," Julianne said after the cook set down the silver tray bearing the tea service, followed by Winslow, who carried an armful of fluffy Turkish towels.

"Please go back to bed," Julianne said to the kindly woman. "Mr. Mayne will remain in the house, and Winslow will man the door until Mother and Father return."

"Yes, Lady Julianne." Mrs. Linquist turned toward Gideon. "Don't know what we'd have done if ye weren't here, sir. Never have we had such a fright. Very glad ye were about."

"I'm glad as well," Gideon said.

The two servants headed toward the door, followed by Caesar, who planted himself at the threshold.

For several interminable seconds Julianne could think of nothing to say… could do nothing save stare at Gideon. Gideon, whose wet hair glistened in the firelight's golden glow. Whose wet clothes clung to him like a second skin. Who she wanted to touch so much she could barely stand still.

Desperate for something to say other than I want to touch you so much I can barely stand still, she nodded toward Caesar. "It appears he's guarding the entryway."

Gideon nodded. "That's precisely what he's doing. If anyone approaches, we'll know."

Which, Julianne realized, meant that in spite of the door being open, they were ensconced in privacy. Exactly where she needed them to be to continue this afternoon's doggie-interrupted interlude.

No sooner had the thought entered her mind than a low growl sounded from the doorway. Caesar jumped to his feet, his gaze fixed on a point in the corridor. With lightning speed, Gideon slipped his knife from his boot then moved to stand directly in front of her.