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Robert lay with the world spinning around him. He felt the soft bed underneath him, pressing against his cheek. He held the blanket in his hands to keep him from floating away.
Through his pounding headache, he heard a soft whisper of a sound. The sound of silk against bare skin. He then felt a soft flutter of air at his ear. “Wake up.” A pair of soft lips kissed his ear then licked. His body shuddered. With an eager moan, he rolled over to grab his seductress.
He hit the bedroom floor with a bang “Blast,” he muttered as he woozily sat up alone in the room.
“Are you all right?” Harry asked from the doorway while holding a tray.
Robert exhaled with a groan as he remembered the events of last night. He had received the countess’s invitation, but before he could decline Jackson and Tucker had shoved on his waistcoat and coat and pushed him from his townhouse. He dimly remembered the stumbling journey on foot then seeing the front stairs and thinking he would take just a quick rest. The next thing he knew Harry was waking him.
A harsh beam of sunlight broke through the curtains and lit Harry in the doorway.
“I’m sorry.”
“Of course you are,” Harry said as he walked in and placed the tray of food down.
Harry sat on the bed and stared down at Robert sitting on the floor. “All right. Let’s hear it.”
Robert looked up.
“Scarlet,” Harry said.
Robert groaned. “I don’t know.”
“You said you loved her.”
“I said I think I love her.”
“You met her at Lady Brook’s ball?”
“Yes,” Robert answered. “The men and myself had a wager going on.”
“Of course you did,” Harry muttered. “What was it this year?”
“A lady’s garter…and a kiss.”
“A kiss from an innocent? Her garter? Are you crazy?”
“We wanted a challenge.”
“Climb a mountain. Do you know what could have happened if you were caught?”
“Yes.” Robert rolled his eyes, feeling like a boy again being scolded by Harry’s dad for getting them into strife. He was just glad Harry had grown up to be like his father. If Harry had been like Robert’s, he would be lashing him right now.
“Did you get the garter?” Harry asked.
Robert laughed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out Scarlet’s black garter and handed it to Harry.
Harry inspected it. “Looks expensive,” he muttered, looking at the lace.
“Well, only the crème de la crème go to Lady Brook’s.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
Harry smiled and handed the garter back. Robert placed it back in his breast pocket where it had been since the night of the ball.
“You know you may be able to find out who bought that dress.”
“What?” Robert asked.
“Visit the top seamstresses. They wouldn’t forget making a dress like the one everyone’s describing.”
“Huh.” Robert contemplated it.
“Or we could get the invitation list from Lady Brook,” Jackson spoke from the doorway.
Robert and Harry looked over to him. Harry stood with a smile and shook Jackson’s hand as he entered. “Good to see you again, Jackson.”
“It’s about time you got out of the country and visited civilization.” Jackson grinned.
“I like the country,” Harry said.
“It’s boring.”
“It’s quiet. And you can get away with a lot of things there.” Harry quirked his brow.
Jackson laughed and clapped Harry’s shoulder. He then turned his gaze to Robert still sitting on the floor. “You look lovely, Lambert.”
Robert groaned and brushed his comment aside.
“The invitation list?” Harry asked.
“We could go through the list and find the ladies that match Scarlet’s description.”
“There were many women there,” Robert stated. “It would take forever.”
“Not as long as you may think. Plus, that dress she was wearing was something. I bet whoever made that dress would surely remember it.”
“We don’t have the dress to show them. Besides, Harry
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Robert lay with the world spinning around him. He felt the soft bed underneath him, pressing against his cheek. He held the blanket in his hands to keep him from floating away.
Through his pounding headache, he heard a soft whisper of a sound. The sound of silk against bare skin. He then felt a soft flutter of air at his ear. “Wake up.” A pair of soft lips kissed his ear then licked. His body shuddered. With an eager moan, he rolled over to grab his seductress.
He hit the bedroom floor with a bang “Blast,” he muttered as he woozily sat up alone in the room.
“Are you all right?” Harry asked from the doorway while holding a tray.
Robert exhaled with a groan as he remembered the events of last night. He had received the countess’s invitation, but before he could decline Jackson and Tucker had shoved on his waistcoat and coat and pushed him from his townhouse. He dimly remembered the stumbling journey on foot then seeing the front stairs and thinking he would take just a quick rest. The next thing he knew Harry was waking him.
A harsh beam of sunlight broke through the curtains and lit Harry in the doorway.
“I’m sorry.”
“Of course you are,” Harry said as he walked in and placed the tray of food down.
Harry sat on the bed and stared down at Robert sitting on the floor. “All right. Let’s hear it.”
Robert looked up.
“Scarlet,” Harry said.
Robert groaned. “I don’t know.”
“You said you loved her.”
“I said I think I love her.”
“You met her at Lady Brook’s ball?”
“Yes,” Robert answered. “The men and myself had a wager going on.”
“Of course you did,” Harry muttered. “What was it this year?”
“A lady’s garter…and a kiss.”
“A kiss from an innocent? Her garter? Are you crazy?”
“We wanted a challenge.”
“Climb a mountain. Do you know what could have happened if you were caught?”
“Yes.” Robert rolled his eyes, feeling like a boy again being scolded by Harry’s dad for getting them into strife. He was just glad Harry had grown up to be like his father. If Harry had been like Robert’s, he would be lashing him right now.
“Did you get the garter?” Harry asked.
Robert laughed and reached into his pocket. He pulled out Scarlet’s black garter and handed it to Harry.
Harry inspected it. “Looks expensive,” he muttered, looking at the lace.
“Well, only the crème de la crème go to Lady Brook’s.”
“What were you doing there?”
“Ha ha, very funny.”
Harry smiled and handed the garter back. Robert placed it back in his breast pocket where it had been since the night of the ball.
“You know you may be able to find out who bought that dress.”
“What?” Robert asked.
“Visit the top seamstresses. They wouldn’t forget making a dress like the one everyone’s describing.”
“Huh.” Robert contemplated it.
“Or we could get the invitation list from Lady Brook,” Jackson spoke from the doorway.
Robert and Harry looked over to him. Harry stood with a smile and shook Jackson’s hand as he entered. “Good to see you again, Jackson.”
“It’s about time you got out of the country and visited civilization.” Jackson grinned.
“I like the country,” Harry said.
“It’s boring.”
“It’s quiet. And you can get away with a lot of things there.” Harry quirked his brow.
Jackson laughed and clapped Harry’s shoulder. He then turned his gaze to Robert still sitting on the floor. “You look lovely, Lambert.”
Robert groaned and brushed his comment aside.
“The invitation list?” Harry asked.
“We could go through the list and find the ladies that match Scarlet’s description.”
“There were many women there,” Robert stated. “It would take forever.”
“Not as long as you may think. Plus, that dress she was wearing was something. I bet whoever made that dress would surely remember it.”
“We don’t have the dress to show them. Besides, Harry
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