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rigid to . . . less rigid. “I am aware that repetition can be useful when acquiring a new skill, my lord, but I fail to understand its purpose at present unless it is to help you with your comprehension?”
    Christopher forced his expression to remain still. By deuce if the chit had not just insulted his intelligence. Again. He should be offended, but to his amazement he found her candor oddly refreshing. It was absurd, except that she appeared to be quite serious as she peered back at him with . . . concern? “I suspect you think me obtuse, my lady.” She didn’t respond in the affirmative, but she didn’t deny the claim either. There was something admirable about that. Christopher straightened himself. “I was merely surprised, that is all. A lady with a pet hamster named Snowball is somewhat unusual, wouldn’t you agree?”
    Her lips parted ever so slightly. For a long moment she remained unmoving, saying nothing, and Christopher wondered briefly if time had perhaps frozen to a halt. “Not to me, it isn’t,” she finally said.
    â€œNo,” he agreed as his gaze swept over her. “I don’t suppose it is.”
    Something flashed behind her eyes. Uncertainty perhaps? She sighed again, this time with very clear frustration. Unfolding her arms, she spread them wide, raised her eyebrows and said, “Well? Are you just going to stand there, or will you help me find him? After all, it is your fault he went missing in the first place.”
    â€œI don’t see how it can possibly be my fault, since I was fast asleep at the time.”
    â€œPrecisely,” she muttered, turning away from him and peering through the greenery.
    Apparently, she’d decided that he didn’t pose a threat after all, or perhaps finding her blasted hamster was just more important than her own safety. Christopher was damned if he knew. “You’re doing it again,” he said.
    â€œDoing what?”
    Christ, she could be infuriating.
    â€œSpeaking in ambiguities. And just so you know, I abhor ambiguities.”
    â€œThen let me be clear,” Lady Sarah said as she moved along the path, her eyes searching the undergrowth. “When I arrived here, I thought the room was empty. But then there was a sudden grunt, which startled me, causing me to drop Snowball.”
    â€œA grunt?”
    â€œPrecisely. It was not entirely dissimilar to the sound a pig might make,” she explained, “but now that I’ve discovered you were sleeping in here, I think it’s safe to assume you were . . . snoring.”
    Christopher’s lips twitched. “Lady Sarah, did you just compare me to a pig?” He ought to feel affronted. Instead, he found her strangely amusing. Be careful, an inner voice warned. He stopped the smile that threatened.
    Sarah hesitated, her focus riveted on the undergrowth as she fought the distraction Lord Spencer offered. “I wouldn’t dream of it, my lord.” She was mortified by each word she’d spoken since making his acquaintance. Really, there was no excuse for it—­not even after his unpredictable outburst earlier. To think that he would accuse her of trying to trap him into marriage. What a ridiculous notion. Still, she wasn’t fool enough not to recognize a threat when she saw one. Good heavens, he was a handsome devil, with that penetrating gaze of his and that mouth forever promising to smile without actually doing so. It was maddening. He was maddening. She had to find Snowball so she could escape.
    â€œI think you did,” he said.
    Sarah blinked. What was he talking about? Rummaging through her brain, she sought the answer, embarrassed all over again the moment she found it. “To be precise,” she said, “I wasn’t comparing you to a pig, my lord. I was merely comparing your snore to a pig’s grunt. There is a difference.”
    â€œI think you just insulted