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    Her eyelids fluttered closed as he brought his lips to hers, and then retreated before she could react at all.
    â€œInnocence,” he said softly. “You taste like innocence. And I should be shot.”
    And then he was gone, and Alina crawled back into bed, holding a hand to her mouth, knowing she wouldn’t sleep a single wink for the remainder of what was going to be a very long night.

CHAPTER FOUR
    W IGGLESWORTH DEPOSITED the coddled eggs in front of his master with all the trepidation of the servant charged with delivering the head of John the Baptist to Salome; he thought it might be what the baron wanted, but could not be sure of its reception now that it was a done thing.
    The porridge had been looked upon, but not eaten. The kippers—done to a turn!—had been waved away without so much as a “ye gods, Wigglesworth, not those horrid things.” Even the inn’s own country ham, purely a desperate move by the servant who put little trust in any cooking save his own, had been met with a fairly blank stare and a short shake of the head.
    â€œWigglesworth, I said I wasn’t— Oh, damn. Here, let me force these down. I wouldn’t want to put you into a sulk.”
    â€œThank you, sir,” the servant said, sighing. And then he dared more. “Is there…something amiss, my lord?”
    â€œYour solicitude becomes tiresome. A man can’tforgo a single breakfast out of thousands without something being wrong?”
    Wigglesworth wrung his hands even as Brutus, standing in a corner—hulking in a corner—shook his massive head sorrowfully, either for worry over his employer or the fact that he now, after being passed the porridge and the kippers for his own consumption, would be denied the coddled eggs.
    â€œYour bed wasn’t slept in, my lord,” Wigglesworth pointed out quietly. “There was nary a hint of reproach when I nicked you that small—infinitesimal, I assure you—cut with the razor. And you did not even a single time remonstrate with me when I informed you that your second-best Hessians seemed to have suffered a fatal crack to the heel on the cobblestones yesterday.”
    â€œMy, what a litany of abuses you’ve laid before me, Wigglesworth. Very well, consider your sorry self run up and down by the rough side of my tongue. Now may I be left alone? Wait—a fatal crack?”
    â€œPossibly. Perhaps. I may have overstated. I will deliver them personally to Mr. Hoby when we are returned to London.”
    Justin put down his fork, what little appetite he may have had, either for the eggs or soothing Wigglesworth’s feelings, now gone. “An event that is to be somewhat delayed,” he said as the major entered the breakfast room. “Ah, Luka, there you are,” he went on, no trace of anything but happiness at theappearance of the man in his voice. “Would you like my man here to prepare you something with which to break your fast? He has quite taken over the kitchen, you understand.”
    â€œThank you, no. I’ve been up for hours, and have already eaten,” the major said, a note of recrimination in his tone, as if anyone who remained abed past dawn was a sluggard not worth considering. “Pardon me, but I could not help but overhear. We are not immediately setting out for London? It was my understanding that Lady Alina was to be presented to your Prince Regent, and then you and she were to immediately exchange your vows, sealing the…the, um, bargain.”
    â€œJust what I tarried here to speak to you about. Such haste is unseemly, don’t you think? Her ladyship is fatigued from her travels. It would be unconscionable to force her to continue her journey without some small respite, which is why I sent off one of my outriders at first light to the estate of my dear friend the Duke of Ashurst, to alert him that Lady Alina will be his guest for a few