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“Then please send her up when she gets a moment.” He smiled. “I’d like to personally thank her.”
    Her eyes narrowed then she nodded again. Colin climbed up the stairs to the main floor. He doubted Mrs. Holmes thought Colin wanted anything more than his mended clothes returned. He wasn’t a Hawk after all, eager to fuck any and every servant he could get a hold of. He’d heard that the woman had raised the earl in the absence of his mother and that she took a shine to each and every Hawk to grace the manor in the time since Lord Hawksfell’s wedding. He, however, was merely a hungry guest with an unfortunate propensity to tear his clothing.
    Grinning, he climbed up to his guest room to await his lunch.
    And Lily.
    To his surprised delight, Graham was waiting inside.
    “Graham, what are you doing here? I thought you were out shooting with the earl?
    “I was. I found I couldn’t concentrate on the partridge, however. I couldn’t stop thinking about Lily.” He loosened his tie and leaned back. “And you.”
    Colin felt a smile curve his lips. “I asked to have her sent up here this afternoon.”
    Graham blinked his dark Hawk eyes. “Truly?” He grinned. “Well played, Colin.”
    Colin shrugged away his words and sank into the chair next to the hearth. He was starting to think of this liaison as less of a game and more of…something else. A knock came at the door but when Graham pulled open the door it wasn’t Lily standing there. No, it was Cabot bearing a tray.
    “My lord!” He bowed his head to Graham and faced Cabot. “Your sandwiches, Mr. Spencer.” The footman left the tray on the dressing table.
    “Thank you, Cabot,” Colin said.
    The footman left them and Graham grabbed one sandwich off the tray. He took a bite and chewed.
    “So when is our pretty Lily coming up?” he asked.
    Colin smiled. “Any moment, I wager.”

Chapter 8
     
    Lily stood outside the blue room again, Colin’s clothes held carefully in her outstretched arms. She’d put off this errand as long as she could, but it wouldn’t do for Mrs. Holmes to get suspicious of her intentions. Well, Graham and Colin’s intentions really. Hers were to firmly refuse to play with them and to act like the fine lady’s maid she was. Her conviction slipped as she rapped on the door and Colin bade her to enter. Even his voice sent shivers skittering over her skin. When she stepped into the room, the sight of him did more than that.
    He looked delicious in his shirtsleeves. His trousers draped lovingly over his long legs. “Hello, Mr. Spencer.”
    He arched a black brow and ushered her into the room. “Ah, Lily. We are on a first-name basis, are we not?”
    She gave a shaky nod and held out the clothing to him. “Your mending…Colin.”
    He took them from her, his fingers warm as they brushed over her chilled ones. “Thank you, love.”
    Then she saw that Graham was also in the room. How could she have missed him, lounging beside the fireplace? He looked delectable in his tweeds, but when he stood and began to disrobe she found herself eager to see him.
    “Lock the door, Colin,” Graham said, unbuttoning his shirt. “Our game must not be disturbed.”
    His words were like a splash of icy water. Backing toward the door, she shook her head. “I’m not a plaything.”
    Colin’s eyes went wide, and he grabbed her hands. “No, you’re not. Ah, God, we made you feel like… Damn it.”
    Graham stood, his dark eyes clouded. “Lily.”
    “I know this is just a game to you both,” she managed to say.
    Graham had the grace to bow his head in agreement. “That may be true, but it doesn’t have to follow that you’re just a plaything.”
    Something like hope blossomed in her chest. “What am I, then?”
    Colin kissed each of her hands, his lips soft on her skin. “You’re the only one we’re playing with, love. Maybe I don’t know all the rules, but do we need to?”
    Graham was stroking the sensitive skin at the back of her