He looked unconcerned. “Oh, that.”

“Did you think I didn’t hear?”

“I have known you barely a week.”

She didn’t reply, so Sebastian leaned down and stole a quick kiss. “I changed my mind.”

“In”-she looked crazily around the room for a clock-“two hours?”

“Two and a half, actually.” He gave her his most wicked smile. “But they were a rather momentous two and a half hours, wouldn’t you agree?”

Olivia came crashing through the door. “What did you do to her?”

Sebastian groaned. “You’d make a terrible spy, did you know that?”

Olivia practically flew across the room. “Did you compromise her in my drawing room?”

“No,” Annabel said quickly. “No. No. No, no, no. No.”

That was quite a lot of no’s, Seb thought peevishly.

“He kissed me,” Annabel said to Olivia, “but that’s all.”

Sebastian crossed his arms. “When did you become such a prude, Olivia?”

“It’s my drawing room!”

He didn’t see a problem with that. “You weren’t here,” he pointed out.

“That’s it,” Olivia declared, stomping past him and taking Annabel’s arm. “You’re coming with me.”

Oh no, she wasn’t. “Where do you think you’re taking her?” he demanded.

“Home. I just drove by. Newbury’s gone.”

Seb crossed his arms. “She hasn’t given me an answer yet.”

“She’ll give it to you tomorrow.” Olivia turned to Annabel. “You can give him your answer tomorrow.”

“No. Wait a moment.” Sebastian reached out and yanked Annabel back. Olivia was not going to take over his marriage proposal. Holding Annabel firmly at his side, he turned back to Olivia and said, “You were just hounding me to ask her to marry me, and now you’re taking her away?”

“You were trying to seduce her.”

“If I’d been trying to seduce her,” he growled, “you’d have found a much different scene when you arrived.”

“I’m still here,” Annabel said.

“I may be the only woman in London who has never been in love with you,” Olivia said, jabbing a finger toward Sebastian, “but that does not mean I don’t know how charming you can be.”

“Why, Olivia,” he said, “such lovely compliments.”

Annabel held up a hand. “Still here.”

“She will make up her mind in the privacy of her own home, and not while you’re looking at her with those…those…eyes.”

For about two seconds Sebastian was silent. Then he doubled over with laughter.

“What?” Olivia snapped.

Seb elbowed Annabel, then jerked his head toward Olivia. “I usually look at her with my nose.”

Annabel pinched her lips together, obviously trying not to smile. She had an excellent sense of humor, his Annabel.

Olivia crossed her arms and turned to Annabel. “He’s better than Lord Newbury,” she said waspishly, “but only just.”

“What’s going on in here?” It was Harry, looking a bit rumpled, as if he’d been running his hand through his hair. There was an ink stain on his cheek. “Sebastian?”

Seb looked at his cousin, then at Olivia, and then started laughing so hard he had to flop into a chair.

Harry blinked and shrugged, as if this were nothing out of the ordinary. “Oh, good afternoon, Miss Winslow. Didn’t see you back there.”

“I told you you knew what she looked like,” Olivia muttered.

“I’m looking for a quill,” Sir Harry said. He went to a writing table and started looking through the drawers. “I snapped three of them today.”

“You snapped three quills?” Olivia asked.

He pulled open another drawer. “It’s that Gorely woman. Some of those sentences…Good God, they go on forever. I don’t know that I have the skill to translate them.”

“Try harder,” Sebastian said, still trying to catch his breath.

Harry looked over at him. “What’s wrong with you?”

Seb waved a hand in the air. “Just having a bit of fun at your wife’s expense.”

Harry looked over at Olivia, who merely rolled her eyes. He turned back to Annabel. “They can be a bit much at times. I do hope you’ve been made to feel welcome.”

Annabel’s skin flushed a delightful pink. “Er, very much so,” she stammered.

Harry, however, was color blind, and thus oblivious to a woman’s blush. “Ah, here we are.” He held up a quill. “Don’t mind me. Resume whatever it was you were-” He looked down at Sebastian and shook his head. “Er…doing.”

“I will,” Sebastian said solemnly. It sounded rather like wedding vows. He liked that.

“I should go home,” Annabel said, watching Harry depart.

Sebastian stood, mostly recovered from his fit of laughter. “I will escort you.”

“No, you won’t,” Olivia cut in.

“Yes, I will,” he returned. And then he lifted his chin in the air and proceeded to look down his nose at her.

“What are you doing?” she burst out.

“I’m looking at you,” he said, his voice almost singsong.

Annabel clapped a hand over her mouth.

“With my no-ose,” he added, just in case Olivia hadn’t got the joke the first time.

Olivia actually covered her face with her hands. And not because she was laughing.

Sebastian leaned sideways toward Annabel, not an easy maneuver when he was trying to keep his nose pointed at Olivia. “Not my favorite bosom,” he whispered.

“I don’t want to know what you just said,” Olivia moaned from behind her hands.

“No,” Seb agreed, “you probably don’t.” He resumed a normal standing position and grinned. “I shall escort Annabel home.”

“Oh, go ahead,” Olivia sighed.

Sebastian leaned down to Annabel and murmured, “I’ve exhausted her.”

“You’ve exhausted me.”

“Not yet I haven’t.”

Annabel blushed again. Sebastian decided he had never been so glad that he was not color blind, too.

“You have to give her at least a day to consider your proposal,” Olivia insisted.

Sebastian quirked a brow in her direction. “Did Sir Harry give you a day?”

“That’s not relevant,” Olivia muttered.

“Very well,” Sebastian said, turning back to Annabel, “I shall bow to my dear cousin’s greater expertise. Harry was at least the twelfth man to propose to her. Whereas I have never even uttered the word ‘marriage’ in a woman’s presence before today.”

Annabel smiled at him. It felt rather like a sunrise.

“I will call upon you tomorrow for your reply,” he said, feeling his own smile creep across his face. “But in the meantime…” He held out his arm. “Shall we depart?”

Annabel took a step toward him, then stopped. “Actually, I think I would like to walk home by myself.”

“You would?”

She nodded. “I assume my maid is still here to accompany me. It’s not far. And…” She looked down, chewing on her lower lip.

He touched her chin. “Speak plainly, Annabel,” he whispered.

She did not quite look at him when she said, “It can be difficult to think clearly in your presence.”

He decided to take that as a very good sign, indeed.


Annabel closed the front door carefully behind her and paused, listening. The house was quiet; maybe-hopefully-her grandparents had gone out. She set her book down on the entry table as she pulled off her gloves, then picked it back up, intending to head upstairs to her room. But before she could take three steps, her grandmother appeared in the doorway to the drawing room.

“There you are,” Lady Vickers said, looking highly disgruntled. “Where the devil have you been?”

“Just out shopping,” Annabel lied. “I saw some friends. We got an ice.”

Her grandmother let out a beleaguered sigh. “You’re going to ruin your figure.”

Annabel gave a tight smile and held up the book Lady Olivia had lent her. “I’m going to my room to read.”

Her grandmother waited until she had a foot on the stairs, then said, “You missed the earl.”

Annabel swallowed uncomfortably and turned around. “He was here?”

Her grandmother narrowed her eyes, but if she suspected that Annabel had been avoiding Lord Newbury, she did not say so. She motioned with her head toward the drawing room, clearly expecting Annabel to follow. Annabel turned and did so, standing near the doorway while her grandmother walked over to the sideboard to pour herself a drink.

“It would have been a great deal more convenient if you had been here,” Lady Vickers said, “but I’m pleased to say we’ve brought him up to scratch. He spent the better part of an hour with your grandfather.”

“Did he?” Annabel’s voice came out high and hollow.

“Yes, and you’ll be pleased to know that I had my ear to the door the whole time.” She took a sip and let out a contented sigh. “Your grandfather forgot to mention anything about your family in Gloucestershire, so I took it upon myself to intercede.”

“Intercede?”

“I may be fifty-three-”

Seventy-one.

“-but I’m still sharp as a tack.” Lady Vickers plunked her glass on the table and leaned forward, looking inordinately pleased with herself. “Newbury’ll see to it that all four of your brothers have tuition through university, and he’ll buy a commission for any who wants one. As for your sisters, I could only manage a piddling dowry, but it’s more than you got.” She took a long drink and chuckled. “And you landed an earl.”

It was everything Annabel could have hoped for. All of her brothers and sisters would have security. They would have everything they needed.

“He doesn’t want a long engagement,” Lady Vickers said. “You know he wants a son, and fast. Oh, don’t look at me like that. You knew this was coming.”

Annabel shook her head. “I-I wasn’t looking at you like anything. I was just-”

“Oh God,” Lady Vickers groaned. “Do I have to have the talk with you?”

Annabel dearly hoped not.

“Euch. I did it with your mother and your aunt Joan. I’m going to need a far larger drink if I have to do it with you.”