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him to a stop. ‘Julian, you have just agreed to buy me a mule. What the devil is wrong with you? All week your mind has been elsewhere.’

      It took Julian a few blinks before Hart came into focus. Turning away from his friend’s inquisitive gaze, he looked out towards the horses. ‘Apologies, I’ve been wool-gathering.’

      Hart placed his booted foot on the lower rung of the fence enclosing the horses and leaned his arms on the upper railing. ‘You don’t say? Will you tell me what has you so distracted?’

      Julian stepped closer to his friend and crossed his arms over his chest. He hoped he would not come to regret this. ‘You know women...’

      Hart grinned. ‘I like to believe I do.’

      Taking a deep breath, Julian watched the horses as they ambled around the pen. If anyone overheard them it would stir up gossip. He moved closer to Hart and lowered his voice. ‘I went to see Helena this morning.’

      ‘A daytime visit—that’s a bit unusual,’ Hart said slowly.

      ‘I’m baffled. She’s a beautiful woman, but the entire time I was in her company my thoughts were elsewhere.’

      ‘On another woman?’

      ‘Yes.’

      Hart rubbed away a small smile with his gloved hand. ‘Who?’

      ‘I don’t know her name,’ Julian said, in a low, forceful voice that did nothing to hide his frustration.

      ‘I don’t understand.’

      ‘She is new to London and we haven’t been introduced.’

      ‘So seek an introduction.’

      ‘It would only lead to more speculation on my affairs. It would not do for people to think I have an interest in her.’

      ‘Why not? It’s just an introduction—unless you’re planning on seducing her on the dance floor?’

      That thought had crossed Julian’s mind—more times than he would care to admit even to himself. ‘It is not amusing. I have not been able to get her out of my head. I search for a glimpse of her whenever I am out. I think I hear her voice in crowded rooms. This is not normal.’

      ‘Maybe not for you, but at least it explains your odd behaviour.’

      ‘What do I do? How do I remove her from my thoughts?’

      Hart shrugged his shoulders with careless ease. ‘Why would you want to? It’s evident that you want her, so end this association you have with Helena and pursue this woman.’

      If only he could. ‘That is not an option,’ Julian replied, squeezing the bridge of his nose.

      Hart faced him and crossed his arms. ‘What hold does Helena have on you?’

      Julian let out a snort of disbelief. No woman directed his actions, and he would find a way to forget this American. He just needed to determine how to do that. ‘Helena has no hold over me.’

      ‘Prove it. End your association with her. If your interest lies elsewhere, follow it. You are making this more complicated than it needs to be.’

      ‘With this woman everything is complicated.’ Julian’s gaze drifted to the horses. ‘Besides, nothing could possibly come from an association between us. She’s an American.’

      An indecipherable look flashed in Hart’s eyes. ‘So? Do you believe all Americans are cannibals, perform war dances, and run around with hatchets when they get angry? Make certain you do not call out another lady’s name while bedding her. She might scalp you.’

      ‘Very amusing.’

      ‘Don’t let her nationality prevent you from pursuing her. I imagine American women are quite uninhibited in bed.’

      ‘Well, I’m not going to find out.’ And it was driving him to distraction.

      ‘You need to stop being so bloody proper. I cannot see one benefit to not doing what I want, when I want. End what you have with Helena. It’s obvious your attention has shifted elsewhere.’

      ‘It is not that easy.’

      ‘Of course it is. You say, Helena, I am finished with you.’

      ‘Truly? Have you ever ended a relationship with a woman?’

      ‘That’s beside the point. We are discussing you. I know you too well. You, my friend, are boringly monogamous.’

      ‘Let it alone, Hart.’

      ‘Very well. Then continue to tup Helena while you imagine a certain miss who shall remain nameless.’

      The statement left him unsettled and guilty. There was only one thing to do.

Chapter Six

      Julian was not looking forward to seeing Helena before leaving for Westminster the next day. He might have sent her a note. It would have been far easier and much less painful on his part. But he could not be so callous. It wasn’t her fault that he’d met someone he couldn’t stop thinking about.

      This time when he knocked on her door her butler didn’t appear surprised to see him. He was left to wait for her in the drawing room. The idea of sitting was not appealing, so he walked around the room to relieve his restlessness. A few minutes later Helena walked in, wearing her blood-red dressing gown.

      ‘Forgive me,’ he said. ‘I did not realise you would be preparing for the evening.’

      ‘I was resting, and didn’t see the point of dressing when I heard you were here. This is a pleasant surprise. Would you care for a brandy?’

      He would have liked the entire bottle, but that would just muddle his brain so he politely declined.

      She trailed her fingers down his chest. ‘Do you wish to retire upstairs? I could see to your comfort.’

      No matter what room they were in, Julian knew he would not be comfortable. ‘I believe I’d prefer to remain here.’

      A questioning look flashed in her grey eyes as she gestured towards the settee.

      Julian chose an armchair instead.

      Prowling behind him, Helena skimmed her fingers along his shoulders before lowering herself into the slightly worn silk armchair closest to him.

      ‘What brings you here today?’ she asked, reclining back. ‘You left rather abruptly the other day.’ She tipped her chin towards the box on his lap. ‘Is that your way of apologising?’

      He handed her the blue velvet box. ‘It is...for a number of things...’

      A look of confusion crossed her face before she slid her hand up his thigh. ‘I hope you will stay longer today, so I may thank you properly.’

      The boldness of her gesture forced him to shift in his chair. He nodded towards the package in her hand, relieved to know that she was easily distracted by expensive objects. ‘Open it.’

      Her eyes sparkled with eager anticipation as she lifted the lid. Slowly she pulled out the long strand of pearls and arranged them between her breasts, which were suddenly exposed through her open dressing gown.

      He wished he could tell her she was wasting her efforts on him. ‘They suit you,’ he said. It was as much of a compliment as he could muster.

      ‘They are beautiful,’ she said, more interested in the pearls than in Julian. ‘They will go well with the new gown I have ordered from Madame Devy. Perhaps we could attend Drury Lane or Vauxhall, and I will wear them for you.’ She finally looked up at him. ‘I know how you dislike attracting attention, but I think we will turn some heads.’

      Julian’s jaw clenched as he studied his brown leather gloves. ‘Helena, there is something

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