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away or possibly get rid of her permanently as she was sure her uncle planned to do. Even as she thought that, it seemed more likely this man would simply leave her to her own devices if she displeased him. Or even if she didn’t. It certainly was a gamble, but she really had nothing to lose.

      “Then yes,” she replied in a whisper.

      “Louder,” he suggested. “That will make it official and irrevocable.”

      “I will!” she declared, flashing her uncle a steely glare. “I would be honored to marry you, Captain Morleigh. My heart is lost and I simply cannot wait to be your wife.” Who cared if that sounded like a line from some mawkish play. So had his loud proposal.

      Morleigh kissed her hands, each in turn and signaled to the orchestra. “Gentlemen, if you please, a celebratory waltz!”

      Stunned, shaken, still feeling the urge to laugh wildly, Grace followed his lead until the music stopped.

      Lord, she felt dizzy, overcome with heat from the exertion. The moment he released her to applaud the music, she swooned. Her last thought was that she had finally starved herself into wild delusions. This night could not be real.

       Chapter Three

      “Fetch a doctor!” shouted Caine. He felt her wrist for a pulse and found one. It seemed steady enough and only a trifle weak.

      No one came forward to help. Highly unlikely that a mere physician would be present at the assembly, so he scooped her up in his arms and strode out, barking an order to have his carriage brought round on the instant.

      “Where do you think you’re going with her?” Wardfelton demanded loudly. He followed them out the front entrance and scampered around to hamper Caine’s progress.

      “She needs a doctor. I know one. Stand aside. She’s mine now.”

      “She is not yours!” The man’s outrage seemed real enough. “I forbid this!” he shouted. “Put her down, I say!”

      “Come with us if you’re worried about her. Otherwise, stand clear!”

      Half the attendees had followed them out to the steps and stood transfixed. Better than a horse race or a boxing match, Caine figured. More food for gossip at any rate. He needed the audience, so he didn’t mind.

      “Someone call the watch! This is abduction!” Wardfelton cried, wheeling right and left, searching for someone to interfere.

      Caine faced him down, the lady’s inert form between them. “Lord Trent is my witness. He spoke for me and you did not deny my asking for her hand. I have done, and with intentions most honorable. She is of age to accept without your consent. Lady Grace will be properly chaperoned by my aunt, the countess of Hadley, until she recovers and then we shall be married.”

      “This is absurd!” Wardfelton announced, still looking around for support amongst his peers.

      “Is it? What is your objection, sir?” Caine noticed the carriage making way along the thoroughfare to where they stood at the edge of the steps. “I marry her not for money or property, for you and she both swear she has none. I admire her enormously and find her delightful.”

      He appealed to the crowd, whose female members had just uttered a sigh and were looking rather dreamy eyed. “Beauty is as beauty does, you know. And she does beautifully so far as I am concerned.”

      Another collective sigh and numerous eager nods of approval. As he meant them to, the women present were eating this up with a spoon.

      His carriage now awaited with the door open. Caine turned sideways and stepped into it with his featherlight fiancée still in his arms, her head resting on his chest.

      She had revived on the steps. He had felt the tension in her thin body the moment he had faced down Wardfelton, but she continued to feign unconsciousness. He didn’t blame her in the least, and it did suit his purpose of keeping crowd sympathy.

      “Don’t come round yet,” he warned her in a whisper as he waited for the footman to close the door. “Your lady friends are sighing at the romance of it all. Add that to their relief that I’m no longer in the market for a bride and we two could become legend.”

      “Thank you for a moment I shall never forget,” she whispered back. “Even should you dump me in the nearest ditch, I would still feel beholden. The look on his face was priceless. I peeked.”

      He grunted in response as he shifted her more comfortably on his lap. “You are guaranteed more than a moment. Can you survive all this or do you plan to faint on me regularly?”

      She shook her head. “No, it was merely the exercise. I’ve not danced in ages. Or eaten of late. Is there food where we’re going?”

      Caine relaxed. “I believe we can find something.”

      The carriage was well away from the crowd now. Grace sat up, moved off his lap and onto the opposite seat. She leaned forward and clasped her hands on her knees. “So we are going to your home now?”

      “My uncle’s house here in Mayfair, where you’ll be properly chaperoned, as I promised.”

      She nodded. “All right. This is no jest, is it? You truly were not in collusion with him.”

      “With Wardfelton? You heard our exchange.”

      With a heartfelt sigh, she leaned back against the seat and closed her eyes. “Thank God.”

      “I’ll send someone round for your things tomorrow,” he said. He reached up and started to shift the patch from his eye, then stopped himself.

      “Oh, go ahead. The binding must be dreadfully uncomfortable,” she said with a flap of one hand. “My father was a doctor and I assisted with patients. I shan’t be shocked by an empty socket.”

      Still he didn’t remove the patch. He merely studied her in the carriage light. “You seem a different sort from the lot I’ve known.”

      “Truer than you could ever guess,” she admitted, then stifled a yawn with her hand.

      “Are you ill, Grace?” he asked, then seemed to realize his impertinence. “Sorry. May I call you Grace in private?”

      “Address me as you like. I suppose you have a given name?”

      “Caine,” he replied, looking a trifle uncomfortable.

      He had a strong face and very fine skin where it wasn’t scarred. His hair was rather too long, but a lovely shade of brown and with a slight wave to it.

      She imagined he had been far too handsome for his own good before his injury. In fact, he was even now, though he would never believe it should anyone say as much. “How were you wounded?” she asked.

      For a full moment, he remained silent and she thought he would refuse to answer. Then he did. “Artillery fire.” He gestured to his face. “A shell exploded nearby and I was struck by fragments. Killed my horse.”

      “But you survived,” she said, fascinated and wishing he would tell more. “That’s the important thing.”

      “So I thought at the time. Wouldn’t you like to lie down? I’ll make a pillow of my coat.” He began to take it off.

      “No, don’t bother. Is it very far?”

      He glanced out the window. “Almost there. How do you feel?”

      “Exhausted, if you must know,” Grace admitted. “But I shan’t need a doctor. A good night’s rest should put me right. And food, as I said before. I’m famished.”

      “Good God! Has he been starving you?” Caine demanded.

      She laughed, giddy and a bit light-headed. “No. I’ve done it to myself.”

      His worried expression said what tact prevented. He thought she was the mad one. And

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