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Shrugging off his driving coat, he wrapped it around her shoulder, ignoring her wary gaze and her attempt to brush his gallantry aside and slip out from his grasp. He held onto the lapels and straightened it so it covered her.
Protected her.
Then he looked into her eyes and saw a wrenching light of despair and felt—for whatever reason, for he was hardly the cause of his misery—a twinge of guilt.
He’d done this to her. Worse yet, a nudge of conscience said it was up to him to fix all this.
He let go of the lapels and backed away. He’d never been one to melt over a lady’s languid gaze, but heroine had a way, what with those starry blue eyes of hers that pierced his sensible hide like no other woman had every done.
She’d one much the same thing to him on the dance floor at the ball.
Hell, from the first moment he’d spied her.
She’s led him astray that night with those com-hither eyes of hers, led him off course.
Taking up the clearly discernible path of puddles she’d left around the marble floor of the folly, he began to pace. The mess on the floor was in stark contrast to the unnavigable path she was treading upon his heart.
Hero shuddered against such a notion and concentrated on the moment at hand, stealing a glance at the lady and her wrenching expression.
His fault, indeed! It wasn’t. And yet…
For about the thousandth time since breakfast—hell, since the engagement ball—he’d reminded himself of two things.
Heroine was a ????.
And she was none of his concern.
Oh but she is. And that was the rub. Somehow she’d become his problem, no matter how much he denied it or the lady herself protested. His problem. Or was she?
I’ll have you know, Hero, I am nearly betrothed to another.