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perfect sort of symmetry to
     it. I should have expected no less. Did you have so little
     confidence in my thick skin, Robin?”
    He shook his head. “I knew in time you would
     approve of any character slight if it helped Miss Underwood.
     However, I was glad that when the time came to tell you, Amelia
     was not present.”
    Jameson laughed aloud. “Afraid I would be
     tempted to murder her?” He shook his head. “I have heard far
     worse from her very lips to take offense. I’m sure your sister
     would have been here herself if she’d known you were finally
     going to tell me. I’ve never known her to back down from any
     threat.”
    “That’s my sister for you. Backbone aplenty.”
    Jameson grinned, then froze with his drink
     half-way to his mouth.
    He stared at his friend of so many years and
     slowly said, “Backbone? Yes, she does have a rather lot of it,
     doesn’t she?”
    “Jameson?”
    “Sorry old chap, I was just hit over the head
     with a revelation. Dinner tonight?”
    Robin finished his drink and shook his head.
     “Sorry, I have business to attend to. Come if you like,
     shouldn’t be too tedious. Better than staying at home, at
     least.”
    “Thank you, I’ll pass. Perhaps I will go and
     bother Amelia about this rumor she has started.”
    Robin eyed him. “You sure you’re not angry? I
     can’t have you murdering my sister; she’s the only one I’ve
     got.”
    “I appreciate your faith in me but I doubt I
     could take her.” He thought for a moment. “Perhaps if I snuck up
     behind her.”
    Robin smiled. “If you’re sure.”
    “Have no fear, Robin. Murder is the furthest
     thing from my mind.”

    Jameson sent a note round to Amelia after
     Robin departed.

    Robin is
     unavailable. Is your cook capable of charring pheasant? The
     impropriety of entertaining you alone at my home, you see.
    He was left blessedly alone while he awaited
     her reply. Perhaps his re-entry into polite society would not be
     as torturous as he feared. If the fiasco lessened the
     number of boringly suitable young women thrown in his path, he
     would consider himself a very lucky jackanapes indeed.
    Amelia’s reply was quick in coming and he
     read it with anticipation.

    Impropriety, I see.
     I’m sure it has more to do with you forgetting to give notice
     to your cook. Have no fear, our cook keeps charred pheasant on
     hand. We shall simply have to see if the butler grants you
     admittance. There is so little time to alert him, you see.
    A backbone and humor. He shook his head,
     exiting the club. He waved off a hackney driver and strolled
     down the street.
    The idea that had tickled his brain earlier
     tickled a little harder. Married to Amelia?
    He thought of the fears he held of marriage,
     of hurting a wife as his father had. With Miss Underwood he
     could all too easily see how it would have happened. With
     Amelia? He laughed aloud at the thought of Amelia letting any
     situation get so out of control. At the first sign of
     impropriety she would spring into action, ending it.
    By what means exactly she would accomplish
     it, he had no idea. But thinking of the diabolical rumors she
     had spread to save poor Miss Underwood, he knew it would be
     swift and fool-proof. Amelia did not lose; her history had
     proved to her that society could be more forgiving than it
     threatened. If one was willing to pay the price.
    He had thought before that the man lucky
     enough to tempt her into marriage would have a peace of mind
     nearly unheard of. He would be assured of not only her loyalty,
     but his own as well. She would simply not allow anything else.
    He shook his head, imagining himself in the
     role of her husband and she of his wife. The rightness of it filled him. The peace of it filled him.
    And what an adventure it would be. The fun of it. Butting heads with Amelia was very nearly one of his
     favorite forms of recreation; pitting his charm against her
     unbending will left him energized and