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“I know you’re here, Miss Atwood,” he whispered into the gloo the door “I saw you enter”

Silence

“Sybil?” Desperation forced hiiven name Oh, but he loved how it sounded “Sybil We shouldn’t be alone in here”

The curtain twitched The ap in the h his body at a rapid rate

“What the devil are you doing upstairs?” He kept his voice low “We agreed you would re”

She slipped out from behind the curtain, and he rather wished she hadn’t The reen silk clinging to every lush curve

“I saw youthe stairs and wished to snatch a moment alone” The silk swished as she ed in a clinch with your ht to wait in here”

“I was not engaged in a clinch And Mrs Sinclair is no longer my mistress”

“So why did thelook like you’d ravished her in the alcove?” Jealousy weaved through her tone

“Newberry ravished her in a bedcha like the long hours he’d spend lavishing Miss Atwood’s body “He used the opportunity to question her about the journals, about Talbot, about us”

Us

The word settled in his chest, so war

“Us?” She sed deeply, drawing his eye to that teasing pearl choker and the ed to settle his ainst his lips

“Mrs Sinclair believes I have cast her aside because I have set my cap elsewhere” Her essence reached for hi hiap between them “That I’ve cast her aside because I want to bed you”

“Me? What gave her that idea?”