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with a young woman and a rogue found in the same room alone. “I found Miss Ott. Perhaps, you’d like to see her home?”
    Jane’s eyes fluttered a few time ,and then she said, “Oh, yes! So good of you to find her, Your Grace! I was just looking for her. Come, Amy.” She smiled then, showing too many teeth.
    Amy ran toward the door and didn’t look back. The night had not gone as planned, but if she could just manage to hold onto her secrets—those old and new—she just might find the one thing she’d always been looking for. Happiness.
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    It was all Amy’s fault. She was the reason
    Nathaniel hadn’t been himself.
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    N athaniel closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair as he wondered just how much more he could take of this torture. Not very long , he thought. Opening his eyes, he turned to look at his brother Mark, who was going on and on again about some mathematical theorem that was discovered just that year.

    M ark was scribbling on a paper on the tea table in front of him while his other hand waved in the air. He smiled as he spoke nonstop about his theory.
    “Enough!” Nathaniel lifted his hands in surrender. “Mark, please.”
    His brother opened his mouth to continue and then stopped, leaving only the energetic noise of the shop’s other patrons to fill the silence. The brothers, Nathaniel, Mark, and Andrew, were all at Le Cafe, a place on Bond Street known for good coffee and better conversation. It was a popular establishment, credited for being a place of open minds, and boasted the best in coffee as well as debate. Across the room, a group of men were discussing the newest issues of parliament. Andrew, unable to resist, was amongst the loud men, each sure that their way was more correct than the other, rallying their allies behind them to cheer them on. When the Dawntons had first started coming here, Nathaniel had laughed at them all, believing the discussions to be pointless, but after awhile, he’d come to the understanding that much was not just discussed, but decided inside the four walls of Le Cafe.

    M ark got his attention again . “Well, allow me to simply show you how this works until our writer arrives.”
    Nathaniel stood, spotting his arrival at the door and grinned. ‘Too late. He’s here.”
    Sir Rudolph Vow spotted Nathaniel from across the room and waved him over. The two men had met at Eton, only to be reunited a few years after Nathaniel finished at Oxford. Spotting one another at a play last season, Nathaniel had found out that not only was Vow another fan of the theatre, but that his personal work was also outstanding. They’d both decided to meet so that Nathaniel could see the finished script and they could hash out the logistics on seeing the play move from paper to vision. Mark was present to make the financial talk go smoothly.

    “ S ir Vow .”
    “Lord Dawnton.” He turned to Mark, shaking his hand as well. “My lord.”
    The three men took a seat.
    Nathaniel laughed, “So, you’ve finished the play?”
    Vow handed Nathaniel a stack of papers. “Just this morning. It’s a beauty, too. Romantic. Comedic. Some dark drama.”
    Nathaniel glanced through the papers. “Well, if it’s anything like the beginning, I’m sure it’s good. How much do you think it will take to put it on?”
    Vow quoted a number. A high number.
    Nathaniel turned to him. “So much?” It wasn’t so much that he didn’t have it or couldn’t get other investors onto the project, he simply hadn’t expected the amount.
    Vow nodded, “We’d want to get the very best actors, costumes, sets, but I promise you, it’ll be worth it.”
    Nathaniel reached into his pocket. “I suppose you’re right.”
    Mark cut in, “But, we’ll be needing a budget first. One that shows the entire accumulation of funds. We’d need to know exactly where every shilling is going.”

    V ow looked shocked .
    Nathaniel laughed and spoke to Vow, “Of course, a