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want to. I’m on leave for two months, one of which I’ll spend in Scotland with my family. I’m not looking for frivolity.” Steven’s gaze moved down her tightly buttoned dress to the hips he’d clasped last night. “Though I can understand a gentleman wanting to be frivolous with
you
.”
    Rose blushed until she thought her face would scorch. “A business arrangement then,” she made herself say. “You help me win back my money and reputation, and I guard you from unwanted attention.”
    “Exactly.” Steven held out his hand, his grin returning. “Shall we shake on it?”
    “You enjoy shaking hands.” Rose held out her own. “We did this upstairs.”
    Steven closed his fingers around hers, the warmth of him coming through his gloves. He exuded so much strength, so much competence, that it filled the her, bolstering her.
    Rose could do this. If he was adamant about doing her a good turn, she could do him one when this was over. If Captain McBride managed to help Rose get the money Charles wanted her to have, she’d reward him well. Then she’d leave England and travel as she’d always wanted to. Hire a companion instead of being one, and go off to see the world.
    The heat of his touch, however, made Rose’s pulse flutter as it never had before. A voice whispered inside her that every moment spent in the company of Steven McBride was a danger to her, and Rose believed it.
    ***
    Memories of the previous day came to Steven as they rolled up to the Langham, a grand hotel situated where Regent Street transitioned to Portland Place. He
had
taken rooms here, but in his befuddled state of drink last night, Steven hadn’t recalled that.
    He’d sought drink not in his usual pursuit of entertainment, but to bolster his courage. His reason for returning to England early for Christmas was a sad one, which he’d have to face soon. Helping Rose would be a way to help him assuage the sadness and perhaps make up for the man he hadn’t been able to save.
    The hotel’s manager, a well-dressed gentleman with a voice more posh than any duke’s, came forward at Steven’s beckoning as the doorman helped Rose out of the carriage. “A suite for the lady?” the manager repeated Steven’s request. “Of course, sir. It is no trouble.”
    The man had always been accommodating to Steven, liking Steven’s habit of tipping well, as well as liking his Mackenzie connections. The Mackenzies had been staying at the Langham for years, Cameron Mackenzie, Steven’s brother-in-law, practically living there for long stretches at a time. The Mackenzie family had plenty of money, the McBrides, plenty of respectability—a fine combination.
    Rose had already attracted a crowd who pointed and whispered as she swept in—the scandalous Duchess of Southdown was in their midst—highly entertaining. Rose pretended not to notice as she spoke cheerfully to the doorman. She slipped a small coin to the very young footman trying to carry all her bags at once, winning an adoring look from him. Rose had nothing, and yet she spared others what little she could.
    The manager, obviously having decided that if Rose was now engaged to Steven, Steven might be able to keep her under some sort of control, turned away to bark orders at his underlings.
    Steven moved back to Rose, ready to begin his role. Wouldn’t be difficult, he thought as he neared her. She was a graceful and lovely woman, plump rather than painfully slender as fashion dictated. Ringlets of golden hair haloed Rose’s face under her mannish hat—a creation with the brim curled up on one side and a black veil drifting down her back.
    When Rose turned to greet Steven, her face flushing with her smile, something twisted in Steven’s heart. She was speaking but he couldn’t hear, and he couldn’t move his gaze from her. Couldn’t move his feet either, for that matter.
    But Steven was practiced at verisimilitude, and he pasted a smile on his frozen mouth. “All right,