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people they were putting out of work.
    Then Stockport had shown up, looking devastatingly handsome in his immaculate clothes. She'd felt his excellent

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    physique the prior night but the perfection of his face had escaped her notice in the dark. In the afternoon light, she could better appreciate the strong jaw set off by a razor-straight nose, classical cheekbones and deep blue eyes. His good looks commanded attention and she wasn't the only one who noticed.
    Every woman in the room had their eyes riveted on him. They hung on each word the black-haired, blue-eyed devil uttered.
    His presence would have been a piece of luck if he'd told everyone about the burglary. Yet when given the chance to admit Stockport Hall had been robbed, he had ignored the opening and perpetuated the belief that his home was untouched. That made him a liar.
    His omission hadn't helped her cause either. The whole point of going there last night had been to make a statement, but if he didn't tell anyone the point was moot. He was supposed to react like everyone else and shout his frustration all over town. That was the problem. He wasn't like everyone else. She'd discovered that last night, although her brain had failed to comprehend the impact it would have on her escapades.
    Nora plopped into the chair in front of the vanity and began out her hair. Last night, she'd thought the was a
    stroke of bold brilliance, despite its risks. Now she saw it as a mistake. No wonder he hadn't told anyone of her visit. What was he to say that wouldn't make him look like a fool? 'The Cat put her tongue in my mouth, ripped open my shirt and cupped me through my trousers until I thought I'd burst?' A lesser man might have enjoyed circulating that juicy tit-bit over ale in the taverns but there was nothing lesser about Brandon Wycroft.
    It was clear enough from the way he'd smiled and doted on the ladies today that he thought highly of himself. He was a prideful man who was completely aware of his effect on people.
    His self-conceit would not allow him to admit a thief, and a woman at that, had provoked such a base reaction from him.

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    had been her first mistake. Her second mistake had been leaving the ring. Nora was certain that, if she'd taken the ring, he would not have hesitated to mention her presence in his home. He would have gone to great lengths to put word out about the ring in case anyone saw it. That ring meant something to him and he would not be parted from it easily.
    Nora tapped her fingers on the vanity, an idea surfacing in her mind. Stockport might go so far as to declare a reward for the ring if it were missing. Even if he didn't, she could blackmail a ransom of sorts out of him. That settled it. She would go back tonight for the ring and to set the record straight. By tomorrow morning news of The Cat at Stockport Hall would be common knowledge in the village.
    Stockport Hall was dark except for the lone light burning in the library window as Nora approached from the south shortly before midnight. She was not surprised. Her information was highly reliable. Stockport lived alone when he came to the country and kept late hours in the library, which had a convenient entrance from the garden on the south side of the estate.
    She wouldn't use the entrance to go into the house. She had a stop to make first. She would climb up the tree to Stockport's bedchamber and retrieve the ring first, but later she'd need an exit after their little
    Nora scaled the tree easily, her arms and legs recalling the toeholds she'd found the previous night. The tree wasn't the hard part, although it was tall and climbing it was no easy task.
    The hard part was getting from the tree to the window.
    Nora climbed the tall oak a level higher than necessary so that she looked down on the window. Lying on her belly, she inched out along a wide, sturdy branch that effortlessly took her weight, a much more reliable branch than the one below it