generousââ
âNo,â he interrupted. âI have my own reasons for helping you. I always do. Iâm damned if I know why you think me either kind or generous.â
She stared at him in obvious puzzlement, her hair unraveling around her face, a pulse beating beneath the skin of her speckled thrush throat.
âYou dispute your reputation, Mr. Devoran?â she asked with a flash of amused audacity. âWhen youâre so universally respected and admiredâ¦and liked?â
He deliberately buried the self-recrimination, and told her the simple truth. âYou donât need to like me, Mrs. Callaway. I ask only that you trust in my honor.â
Color rose in a pretty flush over her cheeksâa lovely color that made him want to hold out his cold hands to warm them.
âI didnât mean to impugn your honor, sir.â
âThen I pray you will trust me just a little furtherââ Guy broke off as someone knocked on the door. âEnter!â
As lovely as night, still dressed as Nell Gwyn, Miracle walked into the room. A maid stood behind her.
Guy met the question in the dark eyes and shook his head. Miracle walked past him to smile warmly at Sarah, who had dropped a small curtsy.
âCome, Mrs. Callaway!â Miracle said. âYou look worn out. If thatâs Guyâs fault, Iâll pelt him with oranges until he turns blue.â
âNo, indeed,â Sarah said. âMr. Devoran has been everythingââ
âMrs. Callaway needs a guest chamber,â Guy interrupted. âSheâll be spending the night.â
Miracleâs smile still had the power to smite every man in any room to the heart. âMy dear friend, Iâve already seen to it.â
She turned back to Sarah. âItâs far too late for you to return to your hotel, Mrs. Callaway. Penny here will show you to your room. I trust youâll be comfortable.â
âThank you,â Sarah said. âYour ladyship is very kind, but itâs not necessaryââ
âNonsense!â Miracle ushered her toward the door, where Penny, the maid, stood at attention. âIf you donât seek your bed right away, Iâll have to send for some smelling salts. Though Guy possesses more sensibility than most, gentlemen rarely realize when a ladyâs had enough.â
Guy watched the blue skirts and tousled red hair as Sarah Callaway was swallowed up by the shadows in the corridor.
He glanced back at Miracle to find her studying his face. She met his gaze and smiled with real affection.
âI thought at least one of you might need to be rescued. I hope I wasnât wrong?â
âNo.â Guy flung himself into a chair. âGod, no! Of course not!â
âGood, because Her Grace would like you to dance attendance downstairs, before any more of her guests assume that you, too, donât approve of me.â
He laughed. âItâs beyond my auntâs comprehension, I suppose, that I might not wish to dance?â
âThe company simply needs to be made aware of the presence of my most charming cousin.â Miracle strolled to the fireplace. âYouâre Ambroseâs godfather, after all. Meanwhile, Iâm forced to wonder why you couldnât bear to let Mrs. Callaway defend your character or motives just now. She was obviously about to do so. Whatâs the matter, Guy?â
âNothing.â He glanced around for his abandoned pirate headband and fake weapons.
âNo, of course nothingâs the matter.â Miracle ignored the mess on the table and poured herself a glass of wine. âYou bring waifs and strays to Blackdown House on a regular basis, after enlisting my servants in all kinds of strange subterfuges, then ask both Jack and Ryder to play bodyguard until you can take over.â
âSarcasm doesnât suit you, my dear friend,â Guy said. âThough Iâm grateful for your help