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robe?”
    “Belowstairs,” she said, wondering why the sudden concern. “Is something wrong?”
    Sir Joe grabbed her arm and ushered her quickly towards his chamber door. Escape was impossible, for Shelly and another woman already blocked the doorway. Shelly was dressed in a loose-fitting blouse and tight breeches, while the other woman was attired in a matching two-piece garment that revealed long legs; the woman also wore the strangest footwear Alexandra had ever seen, making her appear three inches taller.
    “Joe,” the woman with Shelly choked out, “what is going on here?”
    Sir Joe’s countenance paled.
    Shelly turned about and quickly disappeared.
    Obviously the woman with the scowl had some sort of claim on Sir Joe. Alexandra shrugged. As long as he kept his promise to help her, she cared not how many women he courted.
    Sir Joe rubbed a hand over his face. “It’s not what it looks like,” he told the woman. He gestured toward Alexandra and said, “She snuck into my room last night while I slept. I had nothing to do with it.”
    Alexandra raised a brow. “You dare accuse me of being a wanton woman when you were the one who pulled me snug against your body and kneaded my breast?”
    His jaw hardened. Her half-naked champion appeared to be at a loss for words.
    “You touched this woman’s breast?” his lady friend asked.
    Sir Joe shot Alexandra a piercing glance before he turned back to the woman and said, “I don’t know. I don’t recall.”
    “You don’t
recall
?” The woman threw her hands in the air. “I come here to apologize for last night, find you in your bedroom with another woman, and you don’t remember whether or not you touched her breasts?”
    “I never lie,” Alexandra chimed in.
    Sir Joe’s face flushed with anger. “She never lies,” he said incredulously. “Tell Suzanne where you’re from. Tell her about King Henry and all of the king’s horsemen. Go ahead.”
    Alexandra sighed. Sir Joe failed to believe her after all. All his talk...just a cartful of lies. Despite her damaged leg, she made her way past the tall, elegantly dressed, sweet-scented woman. Sir Joe’s true character mattered not she told herself. It mattered only that he believe in her plight...and the sooner the better.
    Joe watched Alexandra hobble away before he turned back to face Suzanne. As always, Suzanne was perfection in her dark tailored suit and pearls. Her blonde hair was rolled tightly upon her head, her anger flaring from icy blue eyes. “I know this looks bad,” he said, “but you have to believe me. That woman is crazy...absolutely nuts. I did not invite her into my bed.”
    “How can I believe you after what I just saw and heard?”
    He pointed to his chest. “Because you know me.”
    As if that were the lamest answer he could have ever come up with, Suzanne rolled her eyes. “Did you touch her breast, or not?” she asked once more.
    His silence spoke volumes.
    Suzanne marched from the room.
    He nearly tripped over his feet trying to catch up to her. For the life of him, he couldn’t fathom how he always seemed to get himself into these messes. “Shelly let that woman in the house last night after I told her not to,” Joe finished just as Suzanne reached the front door. “When I woke up this morning, she was in my bed.”
    Suzanne paused, her hand nestled around the knob as she waited for an answer to her question.
    “Yes,” he finally said regretfully, “I touched her breast. I thought it was yours.”
    Suzanne growled, threw the door open, smacking his toe in the process. She marched to the curbside, unlocked her Mercedes, and slid into the driver’s seat.
    Joe glanced over his shoulder. “Don’t you go anywhere,” he told Shelly. Then he shut the door and limped after Suzanne.
    The car engine came alive.
    Suzanne rolled the window down a crack and said, “You must really think I’m gullible.”
    He rested his head against the cold metal frame of her car door, his bare