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A smile touched the corners of her lips “I would reside in Brook Street, of course”

His heart swelled at the prospect of theether Once he had made his position clear to Miss Smythe, he would be free to pay court to Isabella “If someone did murder Lord Fernall then we must lure them out of the shadows Perhaps Andrew stumbled upon a piece of information, and the culprit was forced to silence hiether will soon confirm or quash the theory”

She shuffled to the edge of the chair, her excitement evident in the way she clasped her hands to her chest “We could go to balls, the theatre, stroll through Hyde Park at the fashionable hour”

He slint in her eye caused desire to flare He had seen the sae uneasiness settled over him Their happiness had ended in catastrophe

“There is every possibility the perpetrator will assume Andrew spoke to you of his suspicions,” he said, his cautious tone revealing a hint of anxiety “Should people see us together, should it beco ourselves open to attack”

She stared at hi she was deep in thought “Until a fewdear to me” She shook her head “I cannot let you risk your life”

He sat back, rubbed his chin as he conte puzzles His escapades in France had served todesire to see justice done

“Let e his reaction” He did not want to alarm her, but aalone was capable of farproves to be an isolated incident then you may decide hoe proceed”

It would take an irab Fernall by the throat and wring his damn neck

“Very well” She nodded “I h I know Mrs Birch is the woman in white I do not want to stay here on my own”

If he had his way, she would never be alone again But so much had happened There were too many lies, too many people who had conspired to keep them apart He feared that the love they once shared: a pure, honest and genuine emotion, would now be tainted by the pain of the past

But as a man known for his optimism all he could do was hope that, somewhere beneath the mess and the chaos, their love was not lost but lay dor

Chapter 12

“You’re horin on his mother’s face stretched from ear to ear “Hoonderful” His mother turned to the petite Miss S her tea “Is it not a stroke of luck, my dear?”

Tristan bowed “Good afternoon, Miss Smythe How fortunate that you should be here” Indeed, it saved hi on her He turned his attention to her companion “Good afternoon, Miss Hamilton”