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in your brain,” he said , firming his jaw .
    “It’s not as if I c an do a thing, darling.”  Her shoulders slumped.  “You’ve made me a prisoner in my own house.”   She crossed her arms in defiance over her burgeoning belly.
    “It i s for your own good.”  His tone held a note of exasperation.  “Just last week you were caught in a thunderstorm for nearly an hour before I found you.”   He would be damned before he would allow that to occur again.
    “It was just a little rain, darling.”  She reached over to pat his hand.  “The babe and I were perfectly fine.”
    Declan’s eyes held a glazed look for a moment before he responded with a husky voice, “I would not be able to make it if I lost you or our babe, Poppy.”
    “You have nothing to worry about.”  Her eyes held an inordinate amount of sympathy.  She knew he thought of his brother’s death of a fever after being out in a similar storm.
    “I swear, Poppy,” he growled.  “I will tie you to the bed if you do not obey me.”
    She slanted a heavy-lidded look his way.  “We’ve not done that before , Your Grace .”
    “Minx.”  He shook his head, casting a roguish glance her way before standing.  He reached for her hand and tugged her from her chair where he proceeded to drag h er towards the stairs and lifted her in his arms.
    “You’ll hurt yo ur back, Declan.”  Poppy giggled .  “I’m the size of a hog about to be sent to slaughter.”
    “Perfect.”  He licked his lips.  “Because I’m going to eat you up.”  He began nibbling on her neck as he trudged up the stairs with h er snuggled against his chest.
     
    ***
     
    Granville’s smile was tight, hard, as he looked from Cooper to Johnson.  His jaw flexed as he thought of all of his hard work gone with one girl.  An exclusive club for he and a few other gentlemen who needed a place to relieve their aggressions.  No rules.  No prying eyes.   No judgment.  Private.
    “I’m sure you’ll catch up to her eventually.”  He kept his expression calm as he stood and walked around his desk to stand in front of Johnson , a flicker of a smile touched his lips and faded .
    “Of c-c-course, my lord,” Johnson stammered , heat rolling up into hi s face until he felt as if he were standing in front of a raging inferno.
    Granville could feel the saliva pooling in his mouth at the palpable fear emanating from Johnson.  When this is all over perhaps he would sample his fear?
     

CHAPTER SIX
     
    Bye baby bunting
    Daddy’s gone a hunting
    Gone to get a rabbit skin
    To wrap his baby bunting in
     
     
    T he next day , Parker sat in his study wi th his secretary , C ecil F othergil , making arrangements to search out where Miss Persephone Smith came from and taking a moment to collect himself sufficiently.
    “My lord?”
    Parker looked up into Fothergil’s questioning gaze realizing he had been woolgathering and swallowed some brandy.  He never had issues with concentrating in the past, but he was daydreaming about a bedraggled girl .  How had he gotten lost in her large, sad green eyes?  Mesmerized by her fiery red hair?  He sighed heavily.   He was older, more world-weary, yet there was something in her eyes that made him pause.
    Fothergil tilted his head towards Parker.  “Is there anything else?”   He had seen Lord Ashford dedicated to a task before, that was nothing new, but he had never seen him distracted by the same-said task.
    “I know nothing else at this time,” Parker’s reply succinct and not at all like himself; his body radiating an unusual tension .
    Fothergil glanced down at his notes and looked up again .  “My lord, how will I be able to search for a girl with nothing but these mere scraps of information and…this?”  He held up the ring.
    “Th is seal is a familiar one .”  Parker scowled.  “But I cannot seem to place it.”  He s crubbed a hand over his jaw glancing at the ring held between Fothergil’s thin fingers