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She entered the carriage and found the family crest tooled in the butter-soft leather of the squabs

"Edward," Free said dangerously "Edward, I don’t knohat you’ve done, but this is madness"

He nodded to the foot so ridiculous as abut open and close doors for her!--as insouciantly as if he were a lord, and the kind who sprung his wife froe and waited until the door was shut

"I the seat across froe, of all people--now there’s a es, if ever I saw one What on earth do you think you’re doing?"

"I’ James Delacey," Edward said He’d dropped that false, stuffy tone, thank God She’d have hit him if he hadn’t

"Oh, really" She frowned at hi a very bad job of not i hiive out his title as your own"

He folded his hands "If I were i James," he explained, "I would have introduced myself as the Honorable Jae"

She shook her head "A technical matter of forms of address Besides, Delacey was supposed to have been seated…soon I’m not sure when There may not even be a technical difference at this point"

"I told them I was his elder brother," he said

"His elder brother?" That flustered her for some reason "He doesn’t have an elder brother" No, but Stephen had mentioned there was one awhile back She frowned in ed and looked away "I did pro to have a headache "This is a terrible idea Claridge will still come after you If Edward Delacey were really alive, his brother wouldn’t be the rightful viscount any longer He would tear an impostor to shreds"

"True," Edward said si the truth of who I aes"

None of this wasto decipher those words They’d sounded as if…as if…

She must have misheard "But you’re not his brother You’re…"

Edward Clark Who was sent abroad--into a war zone--by a father who had hoped for more from him… Her whole mind froze

"You’re too old to be him," she said "You’re…what, thirty-six?"

"Twenty-seven" His lips firot all that white in a matter of weeks I look older than I am"

No No

"It wasn’t really a lie" He didn’t look at her "I did er brother"