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whispered, “If you want to convince yourself that what just happened was wrong, I certainly am in no position to stop you. But you cannot take away my feelings on this moment we shared , not stole. And if you try, Paul Abbot, that is what I will never forgive you for.”
    He was silent, unable to think of what to say to her. But finally she turned away and began to stroll back into the exhibit area.
    “Now, I would like to finish my tour, if you don’t mind.”
    He followed her, his heart aching from the passion they had shared and the strength she had exhibited. But mostly from the fact that he loved her, and now that he had let the feeling loose in the world, he realized he could never pretend it didn’t exist again.
     

     
    Georgina smiled at her maid a final time as the girl finished dressing her the next morning.
    “Will there be anything else, miss?” Molly asked.
    Georgina shook her head. “No. Thank you.”
    Her maid bobbed out a nod and then slipped from the room, leaving Georgina to stare at herself in the mirror. She hadn’t stopped thinking of her night with Paul since it had ended just a few hours ago. No one had been the wiser about her escape and return. At least she didn’t believe they had. She could easily just pretend the night had never happened.
    Except she wouldn’t.
    She had played every moment they shared over and over in her head for hours. She hadn’t slept, she hadn’t stopped and she hadn’t been able to keep a burgeoning plan from developing in her mind. A plan she was certain no one in the world would ever approve of.
    And yet for the first time, she didn’t give a damn. She had finally admitted to herself the truth that had been there all along.
    She was in love with Paul Abbot. She had always been attracted to him, of course. But it was more than that. Over the years as they shared more, talked more, as she grew to know him more, attraction had given way to love.
    And now that she had experienced his passion, his caring, his regard, she wasn’t about to lose it.
    She straightened her skirt one last time and marched downstairs to the breakfast room where she knew Annabelle and Marcus awaited her arrival. As she stepped into the room, she stopped. Annabelle was seated at the table and Marcus leaned over her. They were kissing.
    For the first time, Georgina understood the passion between them, she understood the love, and she turned away, not in embarrassment, but in jealousy. Her friend already had what Georgina, herself, wanted.
    And Georgina was damned well going to try to get the same.
    “Oh, goodness,” Annabelle said, breaking from Marcus as she noticed Georgina at the door. “I’m sorry, we didn’t see you there.”
    “Clearly,” Georgina said, her tone dry as a fall leaf.
    Marcus chuckled as he motioned Georgina to a seat. She ignored him and instead paced over to the sideboard as she perused the food she had no interest in eating. This was all an exercise in futility. She was only trying to work up her courage, after all. A tall feat considering she had never allowed herself to have much of that trait.
    “Are you well?” Annabelle asked as she stood and took a step toward Georgina. “You look very tired.”
    Georgina pivoted and looked at her two friends. They cared about her they would not judge her. In truth they were her best and probably only hope. She screwed up her nerve and forced herself to speak at last.
    “Do you recall when I foolishly tried to help you with your respectability problem, Annabelle?”
    Annabelle blinked and said, “Er, yes. Thank you.”
    Georgina reached up to press her cold hands against her hot cheeks. “Oh, I’m sorry! I didn’t mean it was foolish to help you. More that perhaps the notion of respectability was foolish.”
    Annabelle moved on her and pulled Georgina’s hands away from her face to hold them. “What is going on, Georgina? You seem very upset.”
    Georgina shook the comforting touch away. She needed to feel her