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acumen rather than his personal feelings for her.
    Where did Lady Breanna fit into all this? Royce mused. Shehadn’tbeen raised in America. She’d been raised right here, by a father who’d effectively sealed her off from the world, relegated her to the manor while he tried to manipulate her future in order to cling to his own. A father who’d turned out to be, not only a felon and a scoundrel, but a cold-hearted bastard who’d resort to murder to achieve his ends.
    What effect had that had on her?
    He was about to find out.
    “Lord Royce has arrived,” Wells announced in the sitting room doorway.
    All three of the room’s occupants rose.
    “Royce, come in.” Damen moved forward, his arm wrapped around the waist of a beautiful young woman with delicate features, jade green eyes, and auburn hair that tumbled, unbound, about her shoulders. “This is my wife, Anastasia.”
    Boldly, Anastasia Lockewood appraised Royce as he approached, kissed her hand.
    “Lady Sheldrake. It’s a pleasure.”
    “I’m happy to .meet you, my lord,” she replied, still studying his face. “I didn’t even know of your existence until today. .But, based on Damen’s description of the investigations you conduct for him, I have the feeling you helped fit together the pieces to a very ugly puzzle several months ago that ended up saving my life. For that, I thank you.”
    Royce inclined his head with interest. A straightforward, candid woman—nowthatwas refreshing.
    “You’re welcome,” he responded with a hint of a smile. “But I’m afraid I can’t take credit for the investigation you’re describing. I was in India when Damen sought me out. My associate is the one who did the probing.”
    Damen’s wife smiled, an open, infectious grin. “Then please thank him for me.Asfor you—your associate’s skill speaks just as highly of you. After all, you chose him. And only the cleverest of businessmen are shrewd enough to ally themselves with equally clever partners. Just look at Damen.”
    A chuckle. “I see what you mean.” Royce’s gaze shifted, as a flash of color and movement from beside the settee caught his eye, drew his attention to the room’s final occupant.
    He found himself gazing at a woman who appeared, at first glance, to be a very close replica of Anastasia .
    At second glance, he realized she was no replica, but an original.
    Breanna Colby was a portrait come to life, all flawless lines and subtle hues—and yet, decidedly inaccessible.
    She was nothing short of exquisite—a graceful, delicate, punch-in-the-gut beauty. True, her features were seemingly identical to her cousin’s. Still, they were somehow different. Or perhaps it was the personality he could sense hovering behind the vivid coloring and fine features that made it so.
    To begin with, Breanna’s eyes, the same jade green as Anastasia’s, were softer, more remote than her cousin’s—as if she were guarding a part of herself she was reluctant to share, reserving judgment while letting you know you had to earn the right to be allowed in. Her expression was thoughtful, speculative, but carefully schooled. And her hair, that same glorious auburn color as Anastasia’s, was upswept, perfectly arranged atop her head without a single str and mussed or out of place. She was lovely, proper, self-contained—a lady through and through.
    Abruptly, Royce knew why Damen had said Breanna would never weep or swoon. This was a woman who kept her emotions in check. Her feelings, her thoughts, certainly her fears, would remain private, known only to her and to the select few she chose to trust.
    He could even guess why. She’d survived George Colby. But he’d left his mark—in ways others could only imagine.
    Yes, there was more to Lady Breanna than met the eye.Much more. Royce was willing to bet his life on it.
    Damen cleared his throat, alerting Royce to the fact that he’d been staring. “Royce, may I present Lady BreannaColby.Breanna—Lord Royce