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me again,” he said, sounding pensive.
    Indeed she had, though she was too deep in her own mess by now to right her wrong with a mere apology. Still, she decided to make an attempt at it, since it was clearly the proper thing to do. So she straightened herself and spun toward him, eager to have it over and done with, only to find herself chest to chest with the man. Her breath caught, heat flooding her cheeks as her hands came up of their own volition, grabbing at his shoulders as she tried to steady herself.
    He reached around her, holding her still, and she looked up, her eyes meeting his—­dark and unyielding. She gasped then, realizing her mistake. They were close—­too close—­and she was too aware of him, his heat, his strength, his scent. The man was a threat—­a danger she had to avoid. Experience screamed for her to beware. She decided to listen. “If you’ll please release me,” she said, her voice barely more than a whisper. He let her go and she took a step back. “That was terribly careless of me, Lord Spencer. Whatever must you think?”
    His mouth was set in a firm line. “That the conservatory appears to be a hazardous place for you, Lady Sarah, considering that I’ve had to rescue you twice already.”
    She wanted to look away, to run, hide and retreat. To think that she had silently referred to him as foolish—­an addlepated dunderhead—­when she herself could hardly be credited with exhibiting much intelligent thought since making his acquaintance. Not that she cared about his opinion. Really, what did it matter if he considered her a clumsy dimwit incapable of keeping her balance? Ignoring the voice that told her it mattered more than she wanted it to, Sarah looked him straight in the eye and said, “Then perhaps you’ll be good enough to help me find my hamster so I may leave?” Inhaling deeply, her nose filling with the scent of wet soil, she quietly added, “Please.”
    â€œI’d be delighted to,” he said, his expression softening. It even looked as though he just might smile this once. Instead he turned away and disappeared around a corner.
    Recalling her task, Sarah continued along the path she was on, anxious to find Snowball. What on earth had she been thinking, venturing downstairs on her own in a house she didn’t know? And now, here she was, alone with Lord Spencer. It was a situation she of all ­people should have known to avoid. Really, she was far too curious for her own good—­a trait that had led her into trouble on too many occasions.
    Hurrying after Lord Spencer, her slippers tapped bluntly against the tiles as she approached the spot where he now stood. “Shh!” He raised his finger to his lips to underscore the need for silence.
    Sarah paused, her gaze dropping to the same bit of plant-­filled dirt he was looking at. She spotted a streak of fuzzy white fur. Snowball. Holding her breath, Sarah watched as the viscount crouched down slowly, the fabric of his breeches tightening across his thighs as he did so. A shiver spread across Sarah’s back. She ought to look away, but it was impossible with her eyes already roaming to the wide sweep of Lord Spencer’s shoulders, the tousled coffee-­colored hair in need of combing, hands large enough to encompass her own and legs she’d made a stoic attempt to ignore, but couldn’t.
    And then, like a wolf on the prowl, he lurched forward, hands swooping down on their prey as he tried to grab Snowball. “Damn!” The expletive was swiftly followed by “I beg your pardon, but that’s one swift creature you’ve got there, my lady.” Instead of a hamster, Lord Spencer was holding a lump of dirt, which he quickly discarded before shooting to his feet and darting along the path, clearly giving chase.
    Sarah rushed after him, almost skidding sideways as the path curved to the right. She