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playing these mad, dangerous games?”
    “It’s better than freezing my arse off in some snow-bound wilderness searching for a trade route that isn’t there,” Dev said, his candor taking Alex completely by surprise. “The Admiralty are using you, Alex. They pay you some pittance to risk your life in the noble cause of empire and just because you feel guilty over Amelia’s death you let them send you to one godforsaken place after another—” He broke off as Alex made an involuntary movement of fury and raised his hands in a gesture of peace. “My apologies. I overstepped the mark.”
    “Damn right you did.” Alex growled. He clamped down on his anger. He did not discuss Amelia’s death with anybody. There were no exceptions. And Dev’s blistering comments were too painful, too near the bone. Amelia had died five years previously and ever since then Alex had deliberately taken postings that had been as extreme, as reckless and as dangerous as he could find. He wanted nothing else. Even sitting here now with Dev he could feel the urge to escape, the desire to turn his back on all these tedious responsibilities and family burdens. It jarred him into guilt even as he wanted simply to take ship and set sail for wherever the wind blew him. But for now he was trapped in London anyway, hog-tied by the Admiralty whilst they decided what to do with him.
    “One of these days,” he said, venting some of his frustrations by glaring at his cousin, “someone is going to put a bullet through you, Devlin, and it might well be me.”
    Dev relaxed. “I don’t doubt it,” he said cheerfully. “Now, about the favor I’m asking…”
    “You have a damned nerve.”
    “Always, but…” Dev cocked a brow. “It’s easy and it won’t cost you a penny of your own money and after all, you owe it to me as the big brother I never had.”
    Alex sighed. Even as he could feel himself softening toward his cousin he wondered how Dev managed to get round him so easily. But then, Dev could charm anything that moved.
    “Your logic is faulty,” he snapped, “but do go ahead.”
    “I need you to attend Mrs. Cummings’s rout this evening in Grosvenor Square,” Dev said.
    Alex looked at him. “You’re joking.”
    “I am not.”
    “Then you do not know me very well even after twenty-three years,” Alex said. “I detest balls, routs, breakfasts and parties of all kinds.”
    “You will love this one,” Dev said, grinning. “It is in your honor.”
    “What?” Alex gave his young relative a withering look. “Now you have taken leave of your senses.”
    “And you are turning into a curmudgeon,” Dev said. “You need to get out more and enjoy yourself. What did you have planned for tonight—an evening alone, reading a book in your hotel?”
    That, Alex thought, was dangerously close to the mark and did make him sound like a superannuated older relative rather than a cousin with only nine years seniority.
    “Nothing wrong in that,” he said.
    Dev laughed. “But a rout will be much more fun. And Mr. Cummings is frightfully rich and I need to persuade him to sponsor my voyage to Mexico. So I thought…”
    “I see,” Alex said, seeing exactly where this was going.
    “Both Mr. and Mrs. Cummings are desperately keen on explorers,” Dev said in a rush, suddenly sounding very young. “They think you are most dashing. So when they discovered that I was your cousin, well… They promised to help me if I could persuade you to attend the rout…”
    Alex rolled his eyes. “Devlin,” he said warningly.
    “I know,” Dev said, “but I thought you would be attending anyway, since Lady Joanna Ware will be there and she is your mistress—”
    “What?” Alex brought his coffee cup down with a crack that made the table shudder. “It’s the on dit, ” Dev said. “I heard it from Lady O’Hara just before we met up. You’re the talk of the town.”
    “Ah,” Alex said. “Yes.” By his calculations it had been all of an hour