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fact.
    Chloe shook her dark head in sympathy. “She’ll probably never venture from her room again. If I were in her place, I would console myself by roaming the Continent, and taking handsome lovers to heal my heart.”
    Grayson gave his beautiful blue-eyed sister a reproachful look. “Let us hope that the young lady does not take her revenge to such an absurd degree.”
    â€œI mean it, Gray,” she said, her voice passionate. “What happened to her today is too horrible to bear by half. I had a friend at school who threw herself into the Thames over a man who left her at the altar. A woman does not ever recover from that deep a betrayal. It has to leave a very painful wound.”
    In his mind’s eye Grayson saw a graceful back, delicate hands hidden in pearl-buttoned gloves, and a face mysteriously half revealed in the shadowy folds of a wedding veil. A composed face of classical features, a refined nose and full tempting mouth. Dark green eyes thankfully not overflowing with dramatic tears, but gazing up at him with an acceptance that almost challenged him to atone for a wrong he had never even committed.
    His heavy eyebrows drew into a frown. “The lady did not strike me as the type to do anything quite so desperate as to take her own life.” Especially over a nitwit like Nigel, he added silently.
    â€œBut it is the death of her in polite society,” Chloe insisted, with a shrug of her bare shoulders. “You must do something to make this right, being the head of the family. If you don’t, Jane will never be able to show her face in public again.”
    Grayson thought of the enticing honey-haired maiden sitting alone in stoic misery for the rest of her life. What a deplorable waste of womanhood. “I intend to do something.” But
what
he could not say. God forbid that his interference should make the matter worse. He wasn’t particularly known for his eagerness to do good deeds. Yet Grayson had always felt a curious compulsion to defend the downtrodden, presumably out of guilt over his own undeserved good fortune.
    He glanced up. “Heath?”
    â€œI’ll be gone in an hour.”
    â€œThrash the bachelor out of him, but leave no visible marks.”
    â€œWhy not?”
    Grayson smiled grimly. “I do not want him to look disreputable when he is dragged back to the altar.”

Chapter 3

    Forty-five minutes later Grayson rode through the ornamental gates of the Earl of Belshire’s Grosvenor Square home. As his horse was stabled, he noticed that the drapes at the bow windows of the house had been tightly drawn. A morose-looking footman escorted him into one of five formal reception rooms. His own personal visit to Nigel’s town house had yielded no helpful clues as to his disappearance.
    He stood for several minutes and watched the servants tiptoeing past the door in painstaking silence. Indeed, a pall of profound gloom enshrouded the mansion as if a family member had died unexpectedly. He wondered how the rather impulsive notion that had brought him here would be received. How the jilted bride would feel about his offer to act as her temporary protector, a social proxy for his stupid cousin. With any luck Nigel would appear before Grayson’s scheme could be launched. He had no idea how he would go about implementing it, of course. But someone would have to shield her and her family from the inevitable scandal.
    As the highest-ranking member of his own family, he supposed that dubious honor had fallen to him. After all, he had the power and popularity to help, and it provided a bit of novelty, being the white knight for a change.
    The true surprise of the day was that it had not been
he
who had caused a scandal.
    His motives were not entirely unselfish. For one thing, he hoped to avoid having the family name dragged into a lawsuit. For another, he intended to put an end to the self-destructive behavior to which he and his siblings