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begged a man to take hold of it. She surely was built for frivolity.
    Ian resolutely tore his eyes from her lush form as the door opened and Miranda appeared, so beautiful it made a man’s chest hurt to look upon her. She spared him but a glance before rushing to her sister’s side.
    “Daisy!”
    “Panda. Oh, God.” Daisy pulled her close and shuddered so hard that Ian feared the woman might faint.
    Miranda hugged her sister tight. “I was so worried. When you sent word that you’d been hurt…” She said nothing further but held on as if she might never let go.
    They stayed like that, their bright heads close, glowing like sunrise and sunset, their slim arms locked in an embrace. Too pretty a picture for him. Damn, but he did not want this woman to be Miranda’s sister.
    “Where is Archer?” Ian asked. The man usually hung about her skirts like an overgrown shadow.
    Miranda lifted her head. Her words came out halting and reserved. “Home. Given the way you two are apt to get at each other’s throats, I thought it best that I come alone.”
    He couldn’t help but laugh a little. “I am surprised he let you go.”
    She gave him an admonishing look that was much likethe one her sister had given him earlier. “It is you whom Archer does not trust, not me.”
    Touché. He inclined his head in deference.
    Miranda turned back to Daisy. “Are you harmed?”
    Daisy shook her head, which made the wild tumble of her curls tremble. “I am well. Only frightened.”
    A pair of green eyes turned to Ian, and he found himself bristling. “Because I get such joy in frightening innocent women.”
    Miranda blanched. “Of course not. I am simply curious as to how my sister came to be in your care.”
    “Then let us sit,” he said.
    The sisters immediately curled up together on the settee, Miranda clasping Daisy’s hand in a show of comfort. Oddly, this made Ian want to smile. The temptation faded when Miranda pinned him with her green gaze. “Well then, how did you come across my sister?”
    He hesitated. Hell, it was one thing to coax a story out of a frightened young lady. It was another to give up
his
secrets. Archer knew them. At least some. What was not clear was how much Archer had told Miranda. Right now, she was looking at him with a mixture of weariness and impatience. As to Daisy, he rather thought that if he revealed himself at this moment, she’d up and flee the room. He would not resent her one bit if she did.
    Ian ran a hand through his hair. “I was in the area. I heard a scream and caught the scent of blood and ran to help. I found Mrs. Craigmore—”
    “Daisy,” interrupted the very woman. She glanced around, taking in their shocked looks. “Don’t go reading anything into it. Given the choice between having to hear that name in reference to me and shocking society, I’ll take the latter every time, thank you.”
    Ian admired her nerve. “For the sake of fairness, you must call me Ian.”
    Miranda’s eyes narrowed a fraction. Good. He ignored her, or did his best to appear that he was. “At any rate, I found Daisy, saw that she was overcome, and took her to safety. End of the story.”
    It was clear that Miranda didn’t believe that was all to the story, but she held her tongue, and Ian took advantage of the moment to turn to Daisy. “I am more interested in knowing what you saw, Daisy.”
    Daisy took a deep breath and her breasts strained against the tight confines of the hideous green dressing gown. Ian found he couldn’t stand the sight of the gown. It shamed him that she should wear a whore’s clothes.
    “I fear you will not believe me,” she whispered.
    “Be assured, madam,” Ian said, “I will.”
    Her bright blue eyes surveyed him as if checking for any sign of insincerity. “You seem so certain”—a bitter laugh escaped her—“when I wouldn’t believe myself.”
    Ian leaned against the settee back. “What you saw appeared as something out of a fantasy, yes?”
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