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pored over the chess board, chewing her bottom lip with her untidy curls for ever falling into her eyes. Even at sixteen when she had made her come-out, her unruly curls had tended to escape their bonds. He’d teased her for it…He frowned as something occurred to him; there hadn’t been a wisp in sight today. For all he knew, she might be bald under that ghastly bonnet. Not that he understood anything about fashion, but he could recognise an ugly bonnet when he saw one.
    An odd thought came to him—could he help Thea?
    Help Thea? An heiress?
    Even an heiress needs a friend.
    He grimaced. Almeria would be looking for every opportunity to throw them together. Was he really going to be so foolish as to assist her? A memory of grey eyes that should have been blue suggested that he was.
    He sighed. It would probably be polite to inform Braybrook in person that he no longer had a houseguest.

    Julian, Lord Braybrook, received the news that his guest of twenty-four hours would be departing, with a suspicious degree of sangfroid.
    He laid down his pen, leaned back in his desk chair and said merely, ‘Ah.’ Not at all as though the news came as a surprise.
    Richard eyed him warily.
    ‘Food not up to standard, old chap?’ enquired Braybrook in tones of polite interest. ‘Bed unaired?’
    Richard grinned. ‘Indigestible. And damned chilly. How the devil did you find out so fast?’
    ‘Thanks,’ said Braybrook drily. ‘For God’s sake, Ricky! Are you mad? As for how I found out—I have just sustained a visit from the outraged brother!’
    ‘Winslow?’
    ‘She’s only got the one,’ said Braybrook.
    Richard nodded slowly. ‘I’d forgotten you were friendly. He’s not been in town much the last few years.’
    ‘No,’ said Braybrook. ‘But he recalled that I was also acquainted with you. You may imagine my surprise when he informed me that you were staying with Lady Arnsworth.’ He shot Richard an odd glance. ‘I was under the impression you planned to seek out lodgings.’
    ‘It’s not what it looks like,’ said Richard, rather shocked to realise that his teeth were gritted.
    ‘Of course not. And I do hope you will appreciate my discretion in not informing Winslow that your sojourn with Lady Arnsworth is of such recent date.’
    ‘Dammit, Julian! I didn’t even know Miss Winslow was expected when Almeria persuaded me to stay!’
    ‘Then what did persuade you?’ He flung up a hand as Richard glared at him. ‘Oh, don’t be a gudgeon! I know you aren’t the sort to dangle after heiresses! I even did my best to reassure Winslow on that head; but I will admit to a very human curiosity about what possible cause you could have for staying with Lady Arnsworth!’ He grinned. ‘Apart from my unaired beds and the indigestible food.’
    Despite his annoyance, Richard laughed. Damn. Telling Julian that in some odd way he was worried about Thea would have the fellow leaping to all sorts of unwarranted conclusions. Instead he fell back on his original reason for accepting. ‘Almeria is still very bitter about Max’s marriage, you know,’ he said.
    Braybrook looked rather self-conscious. ‘So I hear.’
    Something about his voice alerted Richard. ‘Yes?’
    ‘I had a letter from Serena,’ said Braybrook.
    Richard nodded. Serena, Lady Braybrook, was the previous Lord Braybrook’s widow. Julian’s stepmother. Almeria had long considered it her duty to keep the invalid Lady Braybrook fully apprised of her stepson’s indiscretions.
    ‘Yes?’
    ‘Lady Arnsworth had written to her.’
    Richard suppressed a grin at the irritation in his voice. ‘Ah. Giving her advice on how to marry you off?’
    Braybrook snorted. ‘Precisely. Citing Max as a fearful example of what happens when a man is left to his own devices in the matter.’
    ‘Annoying,’ replied Richard, ‘but there’s nothing new in that. She said as much to me this afternoon. She’s doubly furious because of the expected baby.’
    The blue eyes