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waited in dazed silence as he deftly draped the cloak around her and fastened it at her throat.
    â€œUntil we meet again in Hampshire,” she heard himsay. The tip of his forefinger touched her chin. “Look up, sweetheart.”
    Hannah obeyed jerkily. He placed the hat on her head, carefully adjusting the brim. “Did I frighten you?” he whispered.
    Glaring at him, she lifted her chin another notch. Her voice shook only a little. “I am sorry to disappoint you, Mr. Bowman. But I am neither frightened nor intimidated.”
    A gleam of humor flickered in those obsidian eyes. “I should warn you, Hannah: when we meet at Stony Cross Park, take care to avoid the mistletoe. For both our sakes.”
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    After the delectable Miss Appleton had departed, Rafe remained in the entrance hall, lowering himself to a heavy oak bench. Aroused and bemused, he pondered his unexpected loss of control. He had only meant to give the young woman a peck, just enough to fluster and disconcert her. But the kiss had flared into something so urgent, so fiercely pleasurable, that he hadn’t been able to stop himself from taking far more than he should have.
    He would have liked to kiss that innocent mouth for hours. He wanted to demolish every one of her inhibitions until she was wrapped around him, naked and crying for him to take her. Thinking of how difficult it would be to seduce her, and how much damned fun it would be to get under her skirts, he felt himself turning uncomfortably hard. A slow, wry smile crossed his face as he reflected that if this was what he could expect from Englishwomen, he was going to take up permanent residence in London.
    Hearing footsteps, Rafe lifted his gaze. Lillian had come into the entrance hall. She regarded him with fond exasperation.
    â€œHow’s the baby?” Rafe asked.
    â€œAnnabelle’s holding her. Why are you still out here?”
    â€œI needed a moment to cool my…temper.”
    Folding her slender arms across her chest, Lillian shook her head slowly. She was beautiful in a bold, clean-featured way, as spirited and raffish as a female pirate. She and Rafe had always understood each other, perhaps because neither of them had been able to tolerate the stringent rules set by their parents.
    â€œOnly you,” Lillian said without heat, “could turn a respectable teatime visit into a sparring match.”
    Rafe grinned without remorse and glanced at the front door reflectively. “Something about her brings out the devil in me.”
    â€œWell, you had better contain it, dear. Because if you wish to win Lady Natalie, you’ll have to display far more courtesy and polish than you did in that parlor. What do you think Miss Appleton is going to tell her employers about you?”
    â€œThat I’m an unprincipled, ill-mannered villain?” Rafe shrugged and said in a reasonable manner, “But they already know I’m from Wall Street.”
    Lillian’s gingerbread-colored eyes narrowed as she regarded him speculatively. “Since you don’t seem at all concerned, I’ll have to assume that you know what you’re doing. But let me remind you that Lady Natalie wants to marry a gentleman.”
    â€œIn my experience,” Rafe said lazily, “nothing makeswomen complain nearly so much as getting what they want.”
    Lillian chuckled. “Oh, this should be an interesting holiday. Will you come back to the parlor?”
    â€œIn a moment. Still cooling.”
    She gave him a quizzical glance. “Your temper takes a long time to subside, doesn’t it?”
    â€œYou have no idea,” he told her gravely.
    Going back into the parlor, Lillian stood in the doorway and regarded her friends. Annabelle sat with Merritt resting placidly in her arms, while Evie was pouring a last cup of tea.
    â€œWhat did he say?” Annabelle asked.
    Lillian rolled her eyes. “My idiot brother doesn’t seem the least