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position.’
    â€˜What position? You are a guest. And who are we going to scandalise?’ Quinn Ashley enquired. ‘Gregor is unshockable, I assure you. And after years in my great-uncle’s service I imagine Trimble and the staff are hardened to far worse behaviour than a little informality. Is that not so, Trimble?’ He pitched his voice to the butler, who was standing by the sideboard, supervising.
    â€˜Indeed, my lord. My lips are, however, sealed on the subject.’
    â€˜Very proper. Now, Celina, are we to dispense with the bowing and scraping?’
    She looked up through her lashes and found he was watching her steadily. He did not appear to be flirting; his manner was friendly and neither encroaching nor suggestive. Her severe hairstyle and modest evening gown must be working, she decided. She doubtless looked the perfect plain housekeeper and was not in the slightest danger of any attempts at gallantry on his part.
    â€˜If that is what you wish, Ashley.’ He nodded, satisfied, and went back to his soup. Lina took advantage of his focus on his food to study the strong profile. He looked intelligent and sensitive, she decided. How sad if he was the fifth son and all his brothers had predeceased him, as they must for him to inherit. ‘Did you have many older siblings?’ she enquired sympathetically.
    He caught her meaning immediately. ‘No, no brothers or sisters. Quinn is for my mother’s maiden name, not short for Quintus.’ They sat back while the soup plates were cleared and the fish brought in. The steady green eyes came back to her face and she dropped her gaze immediately. Sensitive and intelligent, certainly, but also disturbing. When she caught that look she felt very aware that she was female. ‘Have you brothers and sisters?’
    â€˜I had two sisters, Margaret and Arabella,’ Lina admitted. ‘But Meg left the country with her husband, who is a soldier in the Peninsula, and I do not know where Bella is now.’
    â€˜So you are quite alone? What about this aunt?’ He did not appear shocked by her absence of family. Of course, an interrogation about her antecedents was only to be expected.
    â€˜She fell ill and can no longer give me a home.’ Ashley poured white wine into her glass as the whitebait were served and she took a sip, surprised to find it tasting quite light and flowery in her mouth. It was positively refreshing and she took another swallow. She was unused to wine, but one glass could not be harmful, surely?
    â€˜I see.’ For a moment she wondered if he was going to ask what she intended doing once he employed a proper housekeeper, a question to which the only answer was I have not the slightest idea , but Ashley simply nodded and reapplied himself to his food, which was disappearing at a considerable rate.
    â€˜More fish, my lord?’ Michael proffered the salver.
    â€˜Thank you. Forgive my appetite, Celina, we did not stop for more than bread and ale since London.’
    She could not help glancing at the impassive man standing behind him.
    â€˜We can try,’ Quinn Ashley said, apparently reading her mind. ‘Gregor.’
    He growled something in a language Lina could not understand and Ashley said, ‘English, please, Gregor.’
    â€˜Lord?’
    â€˜Eat.’
    â€˜No, lord.’ It was said with neither insolence nor defiance. ‘Later.’
    Quinn shrugged. ‘Stubborn devil.’
    â€˜Yes, lord.’
    â€˜If the housekeeper can sit down to dinner with you, I do not see why your companion may not,’ Lina said. The silent man made her uneasy, but she hated the thought that he was hungry, and if he would not leave the baron to eat in the kitchen, then there seemed only one solution. ‘Michael, please lay a place for Mr Gregor.’
    It was Lord Dreycott, not she, who should say who ate at his table, but the new baron was so unconventional that the words were out