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bed. He expected her to sob. She glared.
    "Do not touch me again." Her lips drew back in a snarl. "Do you know what it's been like for me these past days? You come to my home, tell me that Damien used me as a weapon, as a tool to murder John. Now you tell me John loved me?" The last words rose to a shout, but the tears were finally there. Collin found he now had no wish to see them.
    "I was frustrated," he said with care. "I shouldn't have put it so bluntly."
    She held her breath, silent in an obvious attempt to control herself. Tears pooled in her eyes, turning them liquid.
    Collin shook his head. "I just. . . I need to know what happened. Why he died. Why St. Claire wanted him dead."
    She did not answer for long minutes, only breathed steadily and slowly, ribs rising and falling in silent struggle. He'd begun to think he should call for Lucy when she swallowed and spoke.
    "I can understand that." She blinked, and two fat tears snaked down pale cheeks. She ignored them. Collin wondered if he should give her a handkerchief, wondered if she would strangle him with it.
    "Your brother gave me no indication of his feelings. We were friends, John and I. He would tease me about the men I danced with, make a game of always having sordid information about a suitor." A shudder of air left her lungs, seeming to deflate her. "He never, ever told me of his feelings. I would not have led him on, not if I knew. We were friends. I thought him in love with Beatrice Wimbledon. He let me think that, I swear."
    The line of her neck stayed straight and tense as she sank down to sit on the mattress. Collin realized he had no reason not to believe her. His brother had been young and perhaps not confident enough to declare his love to a girl like Lady Alexandra. Hell, many grown men wouldn't be. He was reaching for her arm when she began to shake.
    Flinching in shame, he laid a hand on her elbow and felt her freeze at his touch. "I assumed the worst of you and I had no right to."
    "Go away. I don't want to talk to you anymore."
    "I was wrong. I'm sorry. Again."
    "Again." Her small body trembled, but she sneered at his words before she turned away from him, curling onto her side to face the wall.
    Collin's gut burned with sharp regret. He'd meant to wound her, thinking she deserved it. In truth, he hadn't wanted to see her as a victim. It interfered with the easy idea of her guilt. But perhaps she wasn't guilty of anything more than reckless lust and the indiscretions of youth.
    Now he wanted to comfort her, knew he must, just as he knew he should not touch her.
    "Hush," he breathed in the same voice he used to calm frightened horses. "Dinna cry."
    "I don't cry," she hissed.
    "Of course not." But he reached out to touch her just the same. His fingers moved over the silken curl of her hair, smoothed the waves of black. She stiffened, ready to lash out, but even when he repeated the touch, she did not move away. When he cupped the back of her head in his palm, her body softened.
    "I'm sorry about John. I am."
    "I believe you."
    "Do you?" She rolled toward him, onto her back, and Collin found his hand trapped beneath her. "Do you believe me?"
    He watched her for a long moment, exploring her eyes and her mouth and her creamy skin in the dim light of the room as he leaned over her like a lover. He was surprised at the truth of his answer. "Yes, I believe you."
    And he no longer felt comforting. The clean smell of her, the warmth of her neck on his fingers, her breasts pushing high against the smooth amber-gold bodice of her dress— these things crystallized in his mind and pricked sharply at his senses. Fighting the urge to jerk away, he disentangled his fingers from her hair and slid his hand from under her heat.
    "Can we start over, do you think?" Her voice came soft and husky now, and he wondered if she'd felt the change in him.
    Could he start over? Treat her as if she were a friend of his cousin's and not an accessory to a crime? She was only