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three miles away. A fast moving storm. It’ll be clear tomorrow when he climbs out of the carriage. Just you wait and see.
    An image flooded her mind of Eastleigh twisting and turning while he tried to fit his long legs into some kind of comfortable position, his damp, curly locks flying about. Good heavens, she’d shared a bed with him, knew how unruly his hair looked in the morning. Her cheeks heated. She pressed the back of her hand against one. She’d been in bed with a stranger. Imagine that!
    But this wasn’t just any stranger.
    The servants were right—he was a handsome gent. So handsome, she had trouble keeping her eyes off his every move. And his voice, the way it went husky at the oddest times. Thoughts of him set off a pulse thrumming deep in her belly. Worse, her nipples puckered.
    Somehow, she didn’t think this had ever happened to her before.
    A blaze of lightning lit the edges of the curtains, and thunder shook her to the core. What if the carriage leaked?
    Oh, she would never sleep knowing he was out there in this mess and it was all her doing. What did it matter if they shared a room? They’d done it before without harm coming to her. Besides, everyone below thought them brother and sister.
    More lightning lit the room. Thunder boomed and everything around her shook. “That does it!”
    She scrambled from the bed and yanked on the bell pull. Setting a candle aflame, she unlocked the door and waited for the maid.
    “Milady?”
    Sarah handed the key to the servant. “I fear I neglected to give this to my brother.” Her stomach twisted at her lie. “Please lock me in and see he gets it straight away. You’ll find him in the pub.”
    After the maid secured the room, Sarah made her way back to bed, pulled the covers to her neck and kept to the edge of the mattress, her heart hammering. She hoped he hadn’t gone out in all this mess. Then again, she half-hoped he had.
    It seemed an eternity before the door opened and Eastleigh stepped inside. Slipping the key into his pocket, he leaned a shoulder against the wall, folded his arms across his chest, and gave her a lop-sided grin, his eyes filled with mischief. “I don’t suppose you’d consider turning your head while I bathed?”

Chapter Four
    Oh, for heaven’s sake! Sarah kept her back to Eastleigh, her head buried beneath a pillow, and clung to the edge of the mattress opposite the tub. If she wasn’t careful, she’d tumble over the side. The arrogance of the man, announcing in front of the chambermaid that he was claiming his right to a hot soak since his sister had enjoyed one. But humming while sitting naked in a tub she’d only recently vacated? The nerve.
    With every break in the booming thunder, his happy little tune vibrated through the metal bedframe and into her ears, breaking down what little remained of her sensibilities. He was taunting her outright. Getting even for his near banishment to the carriage.
    With a muffled “ Humph ,” she yanked the covers over the pillow. Low laughter rumbled through the mattress. The beast. He hadn’t slept in the carriage after all, so he should be thankful, not provoking. Did the man have no conscience? Here she was, in a terrible fix, and tomorrow—oh, she mustn’t think about her predicament and what might become of her. Except, if she didn’t, there was only one other thing to consider—the present moment. And him . Naked. Not ten feet away. Oh, dear.
    The bed shook. She jumped. What was he up to now? She managed to gather the bedclothes tighter around her.
    “Madam,” he commanded. “Come out from under there before you suffocate.”
    She inched the covers down and lifted the pillow. Damp curls clung to his forehead, he was clean shaven, and…and…good heavens! She slammed the pillow back in place.
    He shook the mattress again. “Don’t be such a turtle. I gave you my word I wouldn’t harm you.”
    Slowly, she lifted the pillow and peeked at him again. Firelight shot shadows