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is whether you and my cousin will be there.”
    Lady Lilith sniffed and tugged her husband up the last stair and they disappeared from sight.
    When Alex glanced down at her—well, actually glowered—her brows tipped with an innocent arch, as if she hadn’t the vaguest notion what had him in such a foul mood.
    “Ah, hmm,” Simmons coughed. Stationed as he was in the corner, Alex had forgotten he was still there. “If there isn’t anything else you’ll be requiring, my lord—”
    “No, no,” Alex told him. “Go to bed. I can settle this on my own.”
    The butler fled from the foyer, moving with due haste.
    And once they were alone, Alex turned toward Emmaline, still very much of a mind to toss her out the door. Wisely, she’d retreated to the stairs, her hand clinging tenaciously to the post.
    “Did you want a tray, Sedgwick?” She nudged her bare toe at the floor, then glanced up at him from beneath her fair lashes. “Or is there something else you require?”
     
    “Did you see her?” Lilith sputtered as they made their way to the guest room in the back of the house.
    “Yes, I saw her,” Hubert answered a little too enthusiastically.
    He was rewarded with a thwack from her fan. To avoid a second one, he said nothing more, but rather opened the door to their room and allowed his wife to stomp inside.
    “Parading about in the altogether. Land sakes, what was Sedgwick thinking, hauling her about like some savage—for one and all to see?” Lilith yanked off her spencer and tossed it on a chair.
    “Most disturbing,” Hubert rushed to agree.
    Lilith eyed him as if she were considering if he needed another smack. “I don’t believe for a moment that they were simply seeking a midnight supper.”
    “I thought the same thing,” Hubert said. If he had a wife as gorgeous and so obviously willing as Emmaline, food would be the last thing he’d desire.
    “Dear God, this is a disaster,” Lilith complained. “That woman could produce an heir. Why, that would ruin everything.”
    Bother, Lilith was right. Hubert hadn’t gotten that far yet. He was still trying to recover from the sight of Emmaline in that negligee.
    Though his cousin’s marriage to the sickly Emmaline had at first seemed a boon, especially since Sedgwick hadn’t shown the least bit of concern for his ailing wife, now that her health appeared to be on the mend, so was Sedgwick’s interest in her.
    Lilith was over at the desk, rummaging around in the drawers. After some searching, she pulled out a sheaf of paper and set up the pen and ink. “Write your grandmother immediately. She’ll be able to put things to right.”
    Hubert knew exactly what his wife meant and nodded inagreement. No one could sow strife in the family like Grandmère. She’d have Sedgwick and the delectable Emmaline back to living apart in no time.
     
    Downstairs, Emmaline wanted to bite back the seductive words that had come out of her lips.
    Is there anything else you require?
    Was she mad? She knew men, and she knew what it meant when they got that look in their eyes. And right now, the hot light burning in the baron’s steely gaze said only too clearly he was of a mind to demand his marital rights—from the appreciative glance that raked over her figure to the way his gaze strayed over her breasts like a hungry caress.
    It wasn’t like she’d never been looked at by a man, admired by one, but most of them sent the same coveting glances that seemed to be Hubert’s domain. However, it appeared that Sedgwick coveted nothing. He was a man who knew what he wanted and was used to demanding it—if not just taking it outright.
    Oh, bother! Where was the staid, dull man she’d heard so much about? This Sedgwick was nothing like his reputation. No, the way he looked at her said that if she was willing, the taking would be unforgettable.
    One very unforgettable night. She cocked her head and gave him another once-over. Make that a night and a day, with his apparent