Caleb reached release an instant later, but she barely noticed, was only faintly aware of his heavy weight lifting off her. He scooped the sheet up off the floor and floated it over her, then buttoned the front of his breeches and sat down beside her, bare-chested, on the edge of the bed.

She smiled up at him contentedly as he reached out and ran a finger down her cheek.

"I found out what I needed to know."

The covers slipped. She yanked them up again and sat up in the bed, the fuzzy lethargy beginning to disappear from her head. "What... what are you talking about?"

"I wanted to know if it would be the same... if it was as good between us as I remembered."

Her chin inched up. "Was it?"

"Better." He reached out and caught her chin, leaned down, and lightly kissed her. "I know a lot has happened. If we had more time, I wouldn't press you. But your birthday's coming up. I know what I'm asking isn't fair. I know it won't be long before I'll have to go back to Spain, but..."

"But what?"

"But what we have together... when men and women make love, Lee, it isn't always the way it is with us."

She knew that. She was in love with him. It wouldn't be the same with anyone else.

"The night of your birthday, you've vowed to choose a protector. I was hoping... Lee, I want you to pick me."

She said nothing. For a fleeting moment, she had actually imagined he might offer marriage. It was impossible. No man of his station would marry so far beneath him, and in truth, she didn't want marriage either.

She knew what married life meant-at least for a woman. She only had to think of Elizabeth Sorenson. She only had to look at the dozens of men who came to Parklands-most of whom were married.

"I can't do that."

His soft look faded. "If you're worried about money, I assure you I have more than enough. My grandfather left me a very tidy fortune. You won't want for anything-I can promise you that."

"I don't need your money. Surely you know that by now."

"Then why won't you agree?" The muscles went rigid across his bare shoulders. "Or perhaps you've decided to broaden your education? Perhaps you think Mondale or Colonel Wingate can teach you something I can't. If that is the case, rest assured, we have only just-"

"I won't agree because I'm not sure what I'm going to do." The moment the words were out of her mouth, she realized they were true.

She was a different person since she had met Caleb, more sure of the woman she was inside. Perhaps she wouldn't choose anyone at all. She had plenty of money. She could buy a house somewhere in the country, take her horses along, start a life of her own. It wouldn't be easy-a woman alone, particularly a young one. But if she changed her name, pretended to be a widow, perhaps, went somewhere she wasn't known...

Still, there was Aunt Gabby to think of. She owed her aunt so much and Gabriella would be wildly disappointed. Gabriella had imagined Vermillion taking a place beside her in the world of the demimonde, believed that the two of them would continue as the Durants had done for generations. But surely there was another way to ensure her aunt's future happiness-if only she could find it.

Caleb shifted on the bed. "Are you telling me you don't intend to choose any man at all?"

The more she thought about it, the more right it seemed. She would speak to Aunt Gabby, make her understand. She would find another way to repay her. But Caleb didn't need to know that. After the way he had treated her, he deserved to think whatever he wished.

"As I said, I'm not sure what I'm going to do. I'll simply have to wait and see."

Caleb stood up from the bed. The cords in his neck stood out in anger. "If that's the way you want it." Reaching down, he grabbed his shirt and pulled it on over his head, his usually fluid movements stiff with tension. Stuffing the shirt into the waistband of his breeches, he stormed toward the open doors. "It's fine with me!"

Lee watched him cross the balcony and climb over the rail. A soft thud was all the noise he made in his nearly silent drop back to the ground below her room.

Inwardly, she smiled. Let him think I want someone else-it will do him good.

She stretched and plumped her pillow, thinking of the things he had said, how what happened between them was different than it was for other people. Then she thought of their earlier meeting, how she had found him in the study, searching through the big rosewood desk, and her smile slowly faded.

Was there really a traitor at Parklands?

Caleb had lied before, but somehow she didn't think he would lie about something as important as this. And according to him, her aunt was one of those under suspicion. A little shiver ran through her. She remembered the thousands of men killed and wounded in the terrible battle at Oporto. Aunt Gabby was innocent, she knew. Still, if there were a traitor among the guests or servants at Parklands, it was her duty to help catch him.

As she stared up at the ceiling above her bed, she began making lists of possible suspects. She fell asleep wondering which of them might be capable of betraying his country.

15.

Another night of gaming and entertainment. Tonight the famous opera star, Isabella Bellini, would be singing. Afterward there would be dancing. Again. It was beginning to get on Caleb's nerves.

"Caleb! Caleb Tanner!" Across the drawing room, Jonathan Parker strode toward him, a smile of greeting on his face. "I heard you were here. It's good to see you."

"And you, as well, my lord."

"Jon, please. You're not a child anymore and we have known each other for what-nearly thirty years?"

Caleb smiled. "Close enough." But they hadn't seen each other for nearly ten, not since he had left Selhurst Manor to join the army.

Nash stepped back, surveyed Caleb's scarlet tunic and navy blue breeches and the way he had filled out since he had joined the cavalry. He nodded his approval. "The army suits you, Caleb. Your father thinks so, too. He and I have spoken of you often." Both men were active in the House of Lords, as had been Nash's father before him.

"I'm hoping to see the earl before my return to Spain."

"You had better." The viscount turned toward a passing waiter, lifted a glass off a silver tray. "Champagne?"

"Brandy." Nash reached over and picked up a crystal snifter. Caleb accepted the glass and both men took a drink.

"He follows your career, you know. He has every article that has been printed in the newspapers carefully pasted into a scrapbook. The earl is extremely proud of you, Caleb."

He shifted uncomfortably. With four boys in the family and being the most troublesome of the lot, he had often been overlooked-until he joined the army. After that the relationship between him and his father had changed, become what he had always hoped it would be.

"How is my father?" Caleb asked. "Well, I trust."

"Very well, I'm pleased to say. Still, I believe he would very much like to see you."

"He's at Selhurst, I gather."

He nodded. "You know how he loves his horses."

It was the single thing the two of them had in common. Funny, but until his job at Parklands, Caleb had never understood how much he had wanted that sort of life for himself. As he had worked each day with the horses, he found himself imagining a stableful of beautiful, blooded Thoroughbreds much like the ones at Selhurst Manor. The image of a wife and children had also popped into his head, but he had ruthlessly forced those thoughts away. His life was the army. It always would be.

"What about my brothers? Have you any news of them?"

Nash chuckled. "Christian is still in the blissful throes of the newly married. Ethan-well, you know what a wanderer he is. I doubt he'll succumb to the marriage trap for quite some years."

"And Lucas? I spoke to him once, but only briefly."

"Luc is still the rogue he always was." He smiled and looked over Caleb's shoulder. "As to how he fares... why don't you ask him yourself?"

Caleb turned, recognized the tall man striding toward him, a faintly arrogant smile on his face.

Lucas Tanner, Viscount Halford, came to a halt at his side. "Greetings, little brother."

"Luc! I can't believe you are here."

Nash stepped away from them. "I think I'll leave you two siblings to get reacquainted. Good to see you, Halford."

"You, as well, Nash." Luc looked as lean and fit as he had that day at the auction, as tall as Caleb, his hair so dark a brown it looked black. He was somberly dressed, his preference, in a dove gray tailcoat, silver waistcoat, and snug black breeches.

"I have to admit, you're the last person I expected to see at Parklands," Caleb said, "though perhaps I shouldn't be surprised."

"Believe it or not, I was invited. Besides, I heard you and Sutton were here. Damn, it's good to have you home." Bright blue eyes ran over his scarlet tunic. "I see you're back in uniform. Far more appealing to the ladies, I imagine, than the clothing of a groom."

"It was necessary at the time."

"I gather you've finished your mission. I'd like to have been a fly on the wall when Miss Durant discovered your deception."

"I think she wanted to take a bat to my head."

Luc chuckled softly. "I heard the gossip. Something about catching a murderer, I believe."

Caleb glanced away. "More or less."

Luc cut him a look. Caleb had never been able to lie to his brother. Apparently, he wasn't any better at it now than he'd been when he was a boy.

"More or less?"

"That's what I said."

"All right, we'll leave it at that for now." Luc stopped a waiter, plucked a snifter of brandy off the tray. He took a sip, then followed Caleb's gaze to the petite, red-haired woman sweeping into the drawing room.

"Ah, the lady of the evening. She's quite something, isn't she?"

"Who?" Caleb took a casual sip of his brandy.

"Don't be irritating. You know very well who I'm talking about. I didn't recognize her that day at Tattersall's though I had seen her a few times before." His gaze shifted back to Vermillion. "There is something different about her even now. Ah, yes. She isn't wearing rice powder and paint, just a little rouge on her lips and cheeks. I daresay, she doesn't need anything at all. Gad, the girl's a beauty. I wouldn't mind tapping into a little of that myself."

Luc gave her a slow perusal. "In fact, if you don't mind, I think I'll-" He took a step, but Caleb blocked his way.

"Not on your life."

Luc grinned up at him, a dimple notching his cheek. "I had a feeling there was more going on here than the simple call of duty."

Caleb glanced at Vermillion. "It isn't what you think, Luc."

"Isn't it?"

"Not exactly."

"I don't suppose you'd care to elaborate."

"Let's just say, she isn't all she seems."

Luc drilled him with a glare that demanded an explanation and Caleb sighed in defeat. "I'm the only man who's touched her, Luc. And if I have my way, that's how it's going to stay."

His brother frowned. "I thought you were returning to Spain."

Caleb flicked a glance at the woman across the room. "That's the hell of it. I wish to God I'd never met her. Now that I have, I don't know what I'm going to do about it."

Luc didn't say anything more. Caleb watched Vermillion promenade the room on Colonel Wingate's arm and a spark of jealousy began to burn in his stomach.

Luc leaned toward him. "You may have been the only man who has touched her so far, but I wouldn't count on that exclusivity in the future."

Caleb set his brandy glass down on a Hepplewhite table. "Excuse me. There's something I need to do."

He ignored Luc's chuckle of mirth as he started across the drawing room, intent on hunting down his prey.

Lee spotted Caleb striding toward her, long legs eating up the distance between then, a black look on his face. God's teeth, he had said he needed her help. Now that she was trying to give it, why couldn't he just stay out of her way?

She smiled up at the colonel. "Perhaps we could continue our discussion on the terrace? It's getting a little stuffy in here."

The colonel's eyes heated up. She hoped she could keep him in line long enough to ferret out any information he might have.

"Splendid idea, my dear." He started guiding her toward the French doors leading outside just as Caleb walked up.

"I'm sorry to disturb you, Colonel, but I believe your aide, Lieutenant Oxley, is looking for you. It seems to be a matter of some importance."

"Thank you, Captain." He turned to Vermillion. "I'm terribly sorry, my dear, but duty calls."

She gave him a smile of regret. "I understand completely. Perhaps a little later... ?"

"Certainly, my dear." The colonel made a very proper bow. "I shall return to you the first instant I am able."

The moment Wingate turned away, Caleb gripped her arm and propelled her none too gently through the French doors out onto the terrace.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Hard dark eyes bored into her. "Or have you already forgotten that I am the man who spent a portion of last night in your bed?"

She planted her hands on her hips, her irritation beginning to build. "I haven't forgot anything-more's the pity. What I'm doing-as it appears you have already forgot-is trying to help you."

"Help me? You think throwing yourself at Wingate is helping me?"