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Not a warning about the exclusive club, but a warning far

“Yes, on the vacat page” Verity stepped closer, so close she could s scent as on his handkerchief She had lost count of the tiht the silk square to her nose and inhaled deeply Each unique note captured his essence “Let me show you”

Verity flicked to the required page while Mr Trent held the book Those penetrating green eyes studied her, not the crisp leaves

“Definitely written by a masculine hand,” he said after she’d pointed to the words

Mr Wycliff glanced over Mr Trent’s broad shoulder “A man’s mark, without a doubt”

“And what is it about the book that brings you to town?”

“Perhaps we should sit down, sir, so I ether on the sofa She only hoped she could hold her nerve, that he would not see through her confident facade

Mr Trent sed, cleared his throat and then gestured for her to sit down His large fraain, the divine scent filled her head

Mr and Mrs Wycliff sat in chairs opposite

“Having only ever flicked to the e left by Sebastian, it did not occur to me to search the written text” Verity leaned across Mr Trent’s e “You will see that someone underscored certain parts in pencil”

Mr Trent cast her a sidelong glance “Those who study the use of language often make such marks”

She had thought a siether, so alone “But when you read them in order, Mr Trent, does it not tell a different story?”

Mr Trent focused on the first highlighted line “Seize the miscreant,” he recited fro”

Verity shuffled closer Her thigh pressed against his as she turned the page to the next ination, but Mr Trent stared at her hair before glancing at the words on the page

“Retain the entlee her theory now “The fact my cousin pleaded for funds cannot be a coincidence”