Hah! That just confirmed Selena’s belief about the male brain—it could convince itself of anything. Her gaze shifted between her brother and Warrick. Her earl. Her future husband. Her man. And she? Wife, sister, and whoever the hell she chose to be.
She understood now.
Who was she?
She suddenly laughed.
She was Selena Savage.
Saville sent her a worried look even as the arms around her flexed. “Why are you laughing like that?”
And Selena Savage loved riling up her brother. “Oh, I just imaged you searching for us in the drawing room first.”
He jabbed a finger at her. “You can say that when you destroyed my face? Do you know how many hours I stood for that painting? How many days?”
“That was notjustmy handiwork. Theo loaned her expertise.”
He froze. “What did you just say?”
Selena grinned, sending out a small apology to her friend. “Theo is responsible for the rouge on your cheeks and coloring your eyes black.”
His brows furrowed, unfurrowed, then furrowed again. “She turned me into the devil?”
Selene wriggled her fingers. “She had a hand in it. Just a tiny hand. A brushstroke, really.”
Warrick gave a soft snort beside her.
“That little minx,” Saville complained. “I shall have to pay her a visit and demand retribution.”
“Oh, that won’t be possible.”
“Why not?”
“She is in Brighton,” she informed him brightly.
“She left London?” he exploded. “Why the hell did she leave London?”
To escape you.“That is a question better directed at her.”
Steely eyes narrowed to slits. “You are right.”
“I am?” She was? Saville rarely agreed with her. Well! Just when she thought she could never be shocked or surprised again!
“Itisa question I should direct at her. Directly.”
Had her brother finally lost his mind? She could practically see it racing.
He gave a nod. “And demand compensation for my destroyed property while I’m at it.”
“Are you sure that is wise?” Selena asked slowly.
His next words confirmed that he had indeed, lost every last ounce of sanity.
“I’m leaving London. Warrick will have to see to your needs.”
She wanted to laugh, but she didn’t know at which part—him leaving to chase her friend or his remark abouthisfriend—so she just blurted, “He has been seeing to my needs, dear brother.”
“You damn brat! Where are your manners? You cannot speak of such things. I’ve been casting my eyes elsewhere, but you admit to your affair so bluntly, I’m caught off guard every time.”
