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making her laugh but she threw up her hands, which made her bodice gape. He caught a glimpse of lush ivory curves with a deep shadowed valley between. His throat dried and his blood rushed down to his cock, making it instantly as hard as iron.
    “I don’t want due respect!” she cried. “Nor do I want to be an anonymous ‘love’. I want—Oh, this is ridiculous. What does it matter what you call me? I can imagine what everyone else will call me.”
    With that, she turned and began to clomp up the stairs.
    “A little quieter, Miss Hamilton,” he advised, though he hated quenching her spirited anger. It was just what she needed—the best remedy for humiliation. “A little discretion will keep our secret a secret.”
    “I don’t understand,” she whispered ahead, to the dark and the cobwebs. “Why would you help me?”
    “I might be a highwayman, but there are certain things I do not steal.”
    “Like a woman’s virtue?” Disbelief rang in her voice.
    “Like a woman’s heart. Now tell me your story. All of it.”
    When it began with, “I should have known better—”, he growled, and she tried again.
    “Lord Wesley has pursued me for a week. He’s found ways to get me alone, to be suggestive. I knew he desired me, and I…I cared for him. I should have known that lust might not mean his heart was engaged, of course!” She turned, as though to ensure he was not laughing at her. He was not. And he never would. His heart hurt for her.
    “I would not have let him…well, I was not going to meet him after all. I knew I should not. But he found me, and he told me he wanted to marry me. He asked me what my answer was. And I said yes! And then, it seemed so right to…well, to…I should have known better.”
    “And waited until he put a ring on your finger to discover he’s a piece of shit? Far better you find out now.”
    She gasped. “It wouldn’t have come to that. He never intended to—”
    “Stop interrupting my attempt to make the appropriate point, Miss Hamilton. The mistake isn’t yours. It’s his. Now let us get you to your room and I’ll take care of his bloody lordship.”
    She stopped on the stair and turned again, brow furrowed with worry. “What do you intend to do?”
    “I will ensure they do not ruin you. I can ensure this is kept a secret. I promise you that.”
    “Why would you do that for me? When it’s my own fault.”
    “It isn’t your fault. You’re human. You believed a blackguard.”
    She sagged against the banister. “I’ve ruined everything. I can’t marry. I—”
    “There are men who aren’t so worried about having a virgin. They’d rather have a woman they enjoy spending time with. They’d rather have love. Now, which is your bedroom?”
    That startled her, but she dutifully answered. “The green room. It overlooks the west pond.”
    “It’s at the end of this hallway, then.” He urged her up to the landing, knowing he should open the door and let her go. But he bent over her hand, pressing his lips to her fingers, just a brush, and then he rose. “You gave your heart. It is and always will be the most precious gift.”
    “One I gave to the wrong man.” She gave a laugh, a soft, wild laugh. “I gave my innocence to the wrong man.”
    She was vulnerable now. And enticing, even in the faint light glimmering in from the hallway, even when surrounded by creaky wood framing and a few centuries of dust. She was pink and gold, the sort of treasure that tempted men to madness. He’d faced down pistols, but it took all the courage he had to abruptly turn her by her slim shoulders. To not take advantage and press his mouth to those soft pink lips.
    “Slip out into the hallway and go to bed, Miss Hamilton. Bathe yourself, slip into your warmed silky sheets—” He almost stumbled over that image. “Close your eyes and sleep, love.” He whispered it. “Do not worry about tonight. I will take care of everything.”
    “It is not so simple as that,” she