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“but
I really must be on my way. My driver is probably beside himself with worry. I
only meant to take a short walk.”
    “Is he nearby?” Mrs. March asked, crossing to the window
to look out.
    “He is waiting for me on Park Lane.”
    “Then you must wait for Mr. Torrington to escort you.
Please do not get up too quickly, my lady, or you may feel faint again. I will
go and fetch him.”
    “Thank you.” Charlotte waited in the empty parlor while
the clock ticked steadily on the mantel and her head throbbed.
    When at last Mr. Torrington appeared in the doorway, she
did exactly what Mrs. March warned her not to do, and stood up quickly. The
room spun in circles before her eyes, but somehow she managed to maintain her
balance.
    “I was told you wish to be on your way,” he said in that
husky voice that slid over her like velvet.
    “Yes, if you don’t mind. I am sure my driver is quite
worried.”
    “Of course.” He strode to her, offered his arm, and she
took it. A moment later, they were strolling out the door and descending the
steps.
    “The constable may wish to speak with you,” Mr. Torrington
said. “May I have permission to tell him your name and where you live?”
    “Absolutely,” she replied. “I will be at Pembroke House in
Mayfair. He may come by today if he wishes, as I intend to go straight home.”
    They walked along the sunbathed street, Charlotte’s heels
clicking sharply on the pavement. She was very aware of Mr. Torrington’s
muscled arm beneath her hand and his breathtaking masculine presence beside
her.
    It had not been a good day. In fact, it had been one of
the worst days in recent memory, yet her body was sizzling with excitement. She
hadn’t felt this alive in years and knew the reason for it. It was more than
the attack and the bump on the head. It was Mr. Torrington. She had never met
anyone quite like him and she found herself wondering what it would be like to
be held in his arms, to be kissed passionately by him in the dark, to lie naked
with him on a hot summer night under the stars. Would he be gentle with a
woman, or would he be rough?
    Heaven help her, it had been a lifetime since she’d known
true passion, and lately she felt as if her body would burst into flames if she
did not enjoy the erotic pleasure of a man’s touch again before she grew too
old to want or need it.
    She was a spinster. It was not likely she would ever
marry, but why couldn’t she take a lover? And why couldn’t it be this handsome
stranger? For he excited her. No one had excited her like this since Graham.
    They reached the corner. Charlotte spotted her coach and
driver still waiting at the curb not far from Dr. Thomas’s office. She stopped
and turned to face Mr. Torrington. “I cannot thank you enough,” she said, “for
your gallant rescue today, and for retrieving my reticule. Please thank Mrs.
March for her kind attention.”
    “I will,” he replied.
    “My coach is just there, so I shall walk the rest of the
way on my own. But before I go, I wish to say something, and I suspect it may
shock you.”
    “Yes?” He inclined his head slightly.
    She hesitated. “I would like to see you again, Mr.
Torrington. In private.”
    Had she really said it? Yes, she
had.
    His silvery blue gaze dipped lower, to her mouth, then
slowly, knowingly lifted back up to her eyes. “For what purpose, Lady
Charlotte?”
    He was a man of few words, but there was something about
him that required very few of them. Something sultry and seductive. Physically
powerful.
    “You mentioned you were unmarried,” she boldly said. “I,
too, am unattached. You are here for the Season. So am I. Perhaps we could...
become better acquainted.”
    The corner of his mouth curled up in a small grin that
made her knees go all buttery soft. “Do you wish to thank me again?” he asked.
    “Yes, I do.”
    She never imagined she would speak so scandalously to a
man, but this one was not like other London gentlemen. He had been