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never, ever tell a soul about what had taken place. She’d have to see Lady Priscilla on August’s arm, and exchange words with the two of them, for August was one of her brother’s closest friends. Meanwhile, in her mind she’d be remembering August’s scent and the feel of his naked skin. She’d helplessly recall the scratchiness of his stubble beneath her fingertips, and the firm hardness of his...
    Oh. No.
    A tear slipped down her cheek. She brushed it away before it could alert him to her distress. What a colossal mistake she’d made. Warren had always fretted that her sleepwalking would be the death of her. He would probably prefer her death to a situation like this.
    But for these last few minutes, she would soak in everything sensual and compelling about August, because she would never be this close to him again. She would remember the feel of his body against hers, his tender kisses and grasping hands, and his heavy satisfaction. She would tuck it away in her memory for the future, which, in her case, had come to look terribly bleak.

Chapter Three: Minette
     
    August stretched and tightened his hold on the delectable female beneath him. The subtle musk of lovemaking still lingered in the air, along with the scent of her soft, alluring hair. They must have fallen asleep after their sensual exertions. He needed to rise and fetch her a
douceur
for her willing company, and send her on her way.
    In a moment. First he groaned and pressed his cock against her. He was rigid as a rail. A small voice responded, “Oh, no.” It wasn’t Mary’s voice, but a voice he recognized.
    He just didn’t understand why he was hearing it in his bed.
    His eyes wrenched open. The serving lass squirmed beneath him, only she wasn’t a serving lass. August blinked, then blinked again. His cock wilted with tremendous speed as he stared down at Minette’s terrified blue eyes and mussed blonde hair.
    “I’ll just— Oh, bother. I fell asleep,” she said. “If I could just get my shift—” She wiggled back from him and tumbled right over the side the bed.
    “Jesus. Minette.” He sat up to help her, and then he saw the blood. It was all over the sheets, all over her shift.
    All over him.
    No. This wasn’t happening. He’d taken a servant girl to bed, a melting, shy, pleasing servant girl, who at some point had inexplicably transformed into his best friend’s sister. He reached down and caught her arm, and saw more blood between her thighs. He knew some virgins bled, but it looked like he’d slaughtered a goddamned animal.
    He hauled her to her feet and helped her pull her night shift over her head. Her fingers scrabbled at the laces, drawing it closed about her neck. She wouldn’t meet his eyes, and he...he couldn’t get the sight of her bloodied thighs out of his brain. Her gaze dropped to his waist, and lower, to his half-erect cock. Didn’t his body understand this crisis? He pulled the sheets up over his randy organ and wished himself to the devil.
    What the hell was he to do?
    He couldn’t go back. He couldn’t make this different. He had done this thing—bedded his friend’s sister on a cursed Hallowe’en night. He would have to marry her now, to preserve her honor, and his. Not that he had much honor to cling to in this whole mess. Good God,
Minette
. He’d taken her virginity, and he hadn’t been respectful or tender about it. He’d bedded her exactly like what he thought she was, a saucy servant girl. August lay back on the bed and covered his face with his hands.
    “This can’t be happening,” he muttered. “I was supposed to marry Priscilla. I was to offer for her this week.”
    “You still can,” Minette said. “I’ll go. We’ll just...forget this ever happened.”
    He caught her wrist before she could skitter away. “You can’t go. I’ve been inside you. I’ve had your virginity.” His gaze returned, along with hers, to the stain between them on the bed. “I thought you were the