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brandy before sleep.
    The image of Leath as his real, animal self, not the civilized man he presented to the world, was painfully vivid.Here it was easy to envision him with a lover. Not a girl he tumbled to scratch an itch, but someone he wanted. Perhaps even… loved. Nell released a soft gasp of distress when she realized that the fantasy woman in Leath’s arms bore her face.
    Enough. She swallowed to control her queasiness. She didn’t have long. And she couldn’t waste it on nonsense.
    Recalling Lady Mary’s “ghost,” she crossed to the windows to check that the curtains were closed. Then she set her candle on a small table and surveyed the room.
    This vast, idiosyncratic chamber was full of interesting nooks and coffers. Fertile ground for her search. She leveled her shoulders and stepped toward a large studded chest near the hearth with the year 1676 picked out in heavy iron nails.
    Then the unthinkable happened.
    The door opened and his lordship strode in.
    Nell caught her breath and held it as if somehow that made her invisible. Her queasiness changed to cramping horror.
    Shock flared in his face then his gaze narrowed on her. He couldn’t be nearly as appalled to see her as she was to see him.
    “What the hell are you doing in here?” Thick black brows lowered over deep-set eyes. He was dressed informally. A loose white shirt and breeches with boots. He looked utterly terrifying.
    Nell held her breath so long that it hurt when she exhaled. She felt dizzy with lack of air, stabbing dread, self-disgust.
    Curse him, what could she say? What could she do? She faltered back, although there was no escape. Leath’s formidable form blocked the only door. She should have thought of some excuse for being in his room. But what excuse could there be?
    She dipped into a wobbly curtsy. “My lord.”
    His furious gaze didn’t waver. “Just what are you up to, Miss Trim?”
    “N-nothing, sir,” she stammered. “I’m sorry for intruding. I’ll leave you alone.”
    He didn’t budge as she scuttled toward the door. Her knees trembled so badly that she feared she might collapse in a heap before she reached it. She darted past him, and for a brief, mad moment thought that she might make it.
    Until he turned and slammed the heavy door in her face. “Not so fast, my inquisitive chit.”
    The impulse to haul at the handle died as it arose. She’d never win a physical battle against Leath. She panted, more with fright than exertion, and twisted to press her back against the door. “Let me out.”
    “Not yet,” he said mildly, placing his palms flat on either side of her head. His calmness was more frightening than shouting. It hinted at the tight rein he held over his temper. He was so huge, this was like facing down a planet. An angry planet. Dear heaven, she was in such trouble.
    “You’re scaring me,” she said, hoping to appeal to his softer side. He had one; he showed it to his mother. The problem was that if Dorothy’s story was true—and surely it was—his benevolence didn’t extend to women outside his class.
    “You deserve to be scared,” he said grimly.
    Without touching her, his body hemmed her against the door. The evocative scent of his skin was rich in her nostrils. Something other than fear started to beat in her blood.
    Hating herself, she met his uncompromising expression. “That’s… that’s not kind.”
    His eyes glittered. She knew he was no respecter of innocence. Even if he was, what was he to make of her invadinghis bedroom? Panic tasted rusty on her tongue and she licked dry lips.
    His gaze dropped to the betraying movement. The same awareness that had extended between them their first night sizzled through the pause. “I’m not feeling kind.”
    She shivered. “Please…” she whispered. “Step back.”
    He loomed above her, impervious and unforgiving. “Not until you tell me what you’re doing here.”
    “I…” Desperately she sought for some way to explain her