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doctor shot him a speculative glance.
    Abruptly Grant left the room. Scowling, he wedged his back against the papered wall of the hallway. “Damn you, Vivien,” he muttered beneath his breath.
    He had found it so easy to reject Vivien before, when he’d viewed her as shallow, vain, manipulative. And he wouldn’t have spared her a thought since then had it not been for the pride-stinging lies she had sprinkled all over London. Grant would have hated her if she had been worth such expenditure of emotion.
    But there were times in every man or woman’s life when circumstances made one vulnerable, and Vivien’s time had come. Could she really have lost her memory, or was she shamming? And if her memory, really was gone…then she had been stripped of all defenses, all the grievances and pretensions that kept adult human beings from revealing their true selves to each other. How many men had been given the chance to know the real Vivien? Not one. He would bet his life on it.
    A gentleman would not take advantage of the situation. But he was no gentleman.
    He had once promised himself that Vivien would pay for her petty little game—and she would, with interest. Now that she was in his possession, she wasn’t going to leave until his pride had been assuaged. He was going to amuse himself with her for as long as he wanted, or until her memory had returned. Whichever came first.
    He smiled in satisfaction, the hot wistful ache in his chest seeming to ease.
    After what seemed an unaccountably long time, Linley opened the door and welcomed him into the room. Vivien appeared calm but exhausted, her face as pale as the white linen pillow behind her head. An uncertain smile touched her lips as she saw Grant.
    “Well?” Grant asked, while Linley bent over his medical case and latched it shut.
    Linley glanced up from his task. “It appears Miss Duvall has suffered a concussion, though not a severe one.”
    Grant’s eyes narrowed at the unfamiliar term.
    “A blow to the cranium,” Linley proceeded to explain, “resulting in distress to the brain. The aftereffects usually last for a few weeks, perhaps a month, and may include confusion, nausea, and physical weakness. And also, in this particular case, amnesia.”
    “How will you treat it?” Grant asked tersely.
    “Unfortunately, the symptoms of concussion, including amnesia, must run their course. There’s nothing I can do except prescribe rest. I don’t thinkMiss Duvall will have any lasting problems from her experience tonight, although the next few days will be uncomfortable. I’ve left a few digestive powders to counteract the effects of the salt water she ingested, and a salve for the bruises and abrasions. I can’t find evidence of fractured bones or internal injuries, just a mild sprain in one ankle.” He went to Vivien’s side and patted her hand. “Sleep,” he advised kindly. “That’s the best advice I can give.”
    The doctor picked up his bag and crossed the room, stopping near the doorway to confer with Grant. His serious gray eyes met Grant’s, and he spoke in a tone too low for Vivien to overhear. “There are finger marks around her throat, and signs of a struggle. I assume you’re going to investigate?”
    “Of course.”
    “Obviously Miss Duvall’s amnesia will make your job more difficult. I don’t have great experience in these matters, but I do know that the mind is a fragile instrument.” A warning note laced the doctor’s matter-of-fact voice. “I strongly suggest that Miss Duvall remain in a calm environment. When she feels better, perhaps she can visit some familiar places and people in an effort to aid her memory. However, you could possibly injure her by making her remember something she’s not ready for.”
    “I’m not going to harm her.” Grant’s brows lowered in a scowl.
    “Well, your skills at inquisition are well known. I’ve heard that you can obtain a confession fromthe most hardened criminals…and in case you were