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see my old friend again.”
    “Yes, I thought that was it.” Gray started up the stairs to the house.
    Sam followed his friend. Still, he hadn’t been honest about who he was with her either.
     If you looked at it from the right angle, with one eye closed perhaps, one half-truth
     cancelled out the other. She had said she was a practical woman and that was a very
     practical way to view their previous encounter. Her adventure . Even so, it had been his experience that women who claimed to be practical very
     often weren’t.
    He’d find out soon enough he supposed. And find out, as well, which one she thought
     was truly unforgettable.
    The adventure or the man.

Chapter Two
    “. . . and Grayson has gone off to fetch one of his American friends from the train.”
     Camille sank down into the wrought-iron garden chair beside her sister’s on the terrace
     overlooking the grounds and gardens of Millworth. A table had been set with tea out-of-doors
     to allow the ladies to enjoy the still delightful, late afternoon autumn day.
    “Although Keech was perfectly capable of doing so without him.” Camille drummed her
     fingers on the table. “Honestly, I think all those years spent in America have changed
     Grayson in ways that I don’t understand.”
    “Good ways or bad ways?” Delilah poured a cup of tea and handed it to her sister.
    “That is yet to be decided.” Camille heaved a resigned sigh. “This American has come
     entirely too early. Why, the wedding is nearly three weeks away. But Grayson did mention
     the man might go into London on occasion. And, as I suspect Grayson could use some
     male companionship, it’s probably for the best. It will keep him occupied and out
     of the way.”
    “Always a good idea,” Teddy said absently, her gaze locked on the notebook in front
     of her on the table. She jotted a quick note then looked up. “Who is he?”
    “Oh, I forget which one he is.” Camille waved off the question. “Grayson has invited
     any number of American friends and quite a few have written that they plan to attend.”
    “But you can’t remember any of their names,” Delilah said in a casual manner as if
     she could not care less which of Grayson’s American friends planned to attend the
     wedding. Not that she thought Mr. Russell would suddenly appear at Millworth Manor.
     No, his employer, a Mr. Moore she thought, might well travel to England for Camille
     and Grayson’s nuptials but she doubted he would bring an employee along with him.
     It would be most inappropriate. Although one never knew what an American might do.
     Inappropriate was probably to be expected.
    “It’s right on the tip of my tongue.” Camille’s brows drew together. “I met several
     of Grayson’s business associates when we were in New York and I’m fairly certain our
     new arrival was one of them. In fact, I think he and Grayson are very good friends
     as well as partners in any number of successful ventures. Which makes this even more
     annoying. What was his name?” She thought for a moment. “It scarcely matters now,
     I suppose. The man will be here at any minute.”
    “Which reminds me”—Teddy set down her pen and settled back in her chair—“we should
     go over the most recent responses to your invitations. I would hate to lose sight
     of how many people are actually coming to the wedding.”
    “I daresay there won’t be many refusals.” Camille smiled in a smug manner. “My wedding
     will be a social event to be remembered.”
    “As was the first,” Delilah pointed out. Their mother would have had it no other way.
    Camille laughed. “It was, wasn’t it? Of course this time it’s different.”
    “This time it’s Grayson.” Delilah smiled at her sister.
    Camille’s first husband, Harold, was considerably older and exactly the kind of man
     all three sisters were expected to marry: wealthy, with a respectable title and impeccable
     family connections. Camille was the first to admit she