I’m done.
She was Saville’s sister. He’d known her since she was a little girl. Some lines should never be crossed when it came to your friends. Some lines, when you crossed them, served as a gateway to crossing more lines. She had crossed a line when she’d entered his chamber. He had crossed a line when he’d kissed her.
He might cross a line again. She might too. What would they be then? Just two people recklessly and endlessly crossing lines back and forth?
“Well?” Saville pressed.
Warrick pinched the bridge of his nose. If he didn’t want Saville to kill him, he had to stay as far away from Selena Savage as possible. But if his suspicions were correct and the crest belonged to Selena’s club... could he stand back and watch whatever catastrophe was bound to happen? Though, if he were wrong...
Let me be wrong.
“I’ll come.” Warrick exited the carriage to follow his friend. “But I’m not setting foot in that garden.”
“Wouldn’t want to you to, old friend. I’m merely dropping off a gift in person, that’s all.”
They hadn’t taken three steps when a man said, “I was wondering how long the two of you would hold out.”
Warrick followed Saville’s gaze to another man stepping from a coach a few yards beyond theirs. He nodded “Leeds.”
Leeds inclined his head toward them. “Are you heading inside?”
“Figured the house is bigger than the carriage,” Saville remarked.
“Do you mind if I join you?” Leeds asked. “My carriage is quite cramped as well.”
Saville grinned. “The more the merrier.”
“No more than quarter of an hour,” Warrick warned his friend. “Then we leave for Tattersalls.”
“Deal.”
Should he have known better to make a deal with the devil?
Probably.
Chapter Seven
“What’s the matter?”Selena cocked her head when Theodosia’s brow wrinkled into a frown as a maid whispered something in her ear before scurrying off. She had a suspicion that the furrow between her friend’s brows had something to do with a man, fair-haired, and surnamed Savage.
“Your brother is here.”
“That rogue...” Why on earth would he be here? She had made it clear when she left the house an hour ago this tea party was for womenonly. “Did he dress in a skirt? I told him anything with breeches was not allowed.”
“I’m not sure. He is not alone.”
Oh, surely not. . . “Warrick is here as well?”
Theodosia nodded, and Selena’s heartbeat accelerated. He didn’t have the nerve to hand over the note from the manufacturer himself, but he could show up with her brother at an event where neither was invited nor belonged? Could it mean he had news?
No.
That could not be. He would have sought her out privately if he’d found a noteworthy lead. Or sent his lackey. That was if he were still of a mind to help her search for the club. She’d already decided to send him tea as an apology gift. Though, in all fairness, Theodosia should be the one apologizing.
“I wonder what they want,” Harriet murmured, “or if they ran into my husband.”
Theodosia pursed her lips. “They have not requested an audience, but apparently your brother brought a gift.”
“A gift?” That surprised Selena. “Saville has never bought anyone a gift before. Not even me.”
