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impression that pretence and pretension were completely foreign to her, and that she was refreshingly unique in those ways and probably many other delightful ways as well.
    He leaned back in his chair and steepled his fingers beneath his chin, continuing to watch her from beneath hooded lids. ‘That is what I said.’
    ‘And my brother’s opinion matters,’ Araminta said smoothly, regarding Ross with fascinated disbelief. It was time for them to leave for their appointment, but there was something about the undercurrents flowing between her brother and her maid, something so very strange about everything, that she was reluctant to break the mood.
    ‘I am glad you think so, Araminta, since it is my opinion that Miss Napier is in need of some new dresses as befits her position—although it would be more pleasing to the eye to see her decked out in satin and lace.’ He studied Miss Napier surreptitiously. Beauty was moulded into every flawlessly sculpted feature of her face, but her allure went much deeper than that. It was in her voice and her graceful movements. There was something inside her that made her sparkle and glow, and she only needed the proper background and situation and elegant clothes to complement her alluring figure and exquisite features.
    ‘Really, Ross,’ Araminta chided lightly, ‘it’s very ungentlemanly of you to remark on that.’
    A lazy smile transformed his harsh features. ‘Surely I haven’t done anything to give you the impression that I’m a gentleman!’
    It was the exaggerated dismay in his voice that brought a smile to Araminta’s lips. ‘Nothing at all, and if you must know a trip to the modistes to purchase Lisette some new clothes is imminent—but ball gowns are quite out of the question.’
    ‘Of course they are,’ Lisette said quietly. ‘It’s quite ridiculous to contemplate such a thing—although Colonel Montague has my gratitude.’
    He gave her a puzzled look. ‘For what?’
    Those candid eyes lifted to his in the mirror, searching, delving, and Ross had the fleeting impression that with time she might see straight into his devious soul. She obviously hadn’t gotten his true measure, however, because a warm smile touched those soft lips of hers.
    ‘Why, for providing me with this opportunity.’
    Her gratitude only made him feel guilty about everything, more of a disgusting fraud, for letting her think of him as some gallant white knight, instead of the black-hearted villain who had every intention of luring her into his bed.
    Having watched the byplay between Ross and her maid and quite enthralled by this teasingly flirtatious side of her brother, Araminta’s eyes twinkled mischievously. ‘Ross never forgets a pretty face, Lisette. I’m quite certain that if I hadn’t mentioned that I was in need of a maid, he would have concocted some other means of renewing your acquaintance.’
    Lisette flushed with embarrassment. ‘Oh, I—I never meant...’ She saw Miss Araminta’s pitying look and knew she was being seen as completely besotted.
    ‘No, of course you didn’t. But be wary,’ she said, meeting her brother’s eyes with something akin to cynicism. ‘Don’t let my brother’s charm sway you. Many a villain has been god-like in appearance, and such an attribute can be to the dire cost of the poor victims.’
    And there speaks the voice of experience, Lisette thought, beginning to realise that her young mistress might not have come out of her broken betrothal as unscathed as some might think, after all.
    She was proved right a moment later when Araminta pulled herself up straight and smiled, her eyes meeting Lisette’s in the mirror. ‘As clever as you are, Lisette, and looking as you do, you no doubt will want to find a husband eventually.’
    Lisette stiffened at those words and tried to ignore the fact that Colonel Montague was listening most intently. She could not detect any hint of ridicule in Miss Araminta’s voice, but she must be laughing at