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prepared her body with expert finesse. She was ready for
him. Wet for him. Crying out for him. They began to move in a sinuous rhythm,
thrusting and receiving, giving and taking, gasping and pleading, until, in
perfect unison, they sought their release together.

 
     
     
    CHAPTER TEN

     
     
    The
next morning Lily came to call.
    With
Sarah relaxing in the bath and the entire staff delayed by the storm that had
buried London in snow overnight, it was left to Devlin to answer the incessant
knocking. He did so with a grimace and a grumble, pulling a shirt over his head
seconds before flinging the door wide and glaring daggers at the brunette
waiting on the other side.
    “This
had better be an emergency,” he snapped.
    “Oh,
it is,” Lily assured him before she swept past without waiting for an
invitation, trailing snow in her wake. Swinging her cloak off her shoulders she
held it out to Devlin as if he were the butler. He took it grudgingly, as well
as the hat, gloves, and muff that followed.
    Dumping
everything rather unceremoniously in the nearest chair, he wiped his hands dry
on the sides of his trousers, crossed his arms, and waited for an explanation. 
    Lily
took her time with it. She wandered in a circle around the large foyer,
studying everything from the ornate chandelier that hung from the vaulted
ceiling to the collection of crystal ducks – Devlin had a secret fondness for
the odd little animal – that were perched high on a shelf. When she had
completed her circuit she finally turned to address him. “Sarah is here,” she
said without preamble.
    “Yes,”
Devlin acknowledged with an annoyed dip of his head. He recognized Lady Kincaid
now that she was divested of her outer garments. She had been with Sarah in the
park, and then again at the ball. He thought he might have even danced with her
once, but he could not be certain. How she had tracked her friend here he had
no idea, but he was quite eager for her to leave. Unfortunately, she did not
seem in any great hurry.
    “Sarah
spent the night here,” Lily continued, lifting one eyebrow.
    “Yes.”
    “Did
she spend the night with you?”
    Devlin
gritted his teeth. “I believe you know the answer to that question or you would
not be here this morning. What do you want, Lady Kincaid?”
    The
brunette snapped her shoulder blades together and lifted her chin. “Do not try
bullying me , Lord Heathcliff. I am not like Sarah—”
    “I
never bullied her!” Devlin interrupted with a scowl.
    “Oh
no? What would you call that little incident at Almacks?”
    How
his quiet, shy little Sarah and this brash, rude woman were friends was an absolute
mystery. Taking a deep, steadying breath to calm himself, Devlin said, “That
was a mistake. One I have already apologized for, not that it concerns you.”
    “ Everything about Sarah concerns me, including her current welfare. Where is she? I want to
see her.” Without waiting for his permission Lily shouldered past and marched
up the stairs, Devlin hot on her heels.
    “Stop
this instant,” he demanded, but she waved him off.
    “Sarah!”
she called out, raising her voice so she could be heard above Devlin’s blustering.
“Sarah darling, can your hear me?”
    The
door to the master bedroom opened and Sarah, dressed in nothing save a white
robe with her wet hair in tangles around her face, peeked out. “Devlin, what is
happen—LILY!” she gasped, clapping one hand over her mouth. “What in the world
are you doing here?”
    “Exactly
what I want to know,” Devlin growled.
    Seemingly
nonplussed by her friend’s lack of clothing, Lily all but flew down the hallway
and squeezed Sarah in a tight embrace that left them both breathless. “I had to
come see if you were all right, or if that man—” she paused to point an
accusing finger at Devlin “—had done something horrid to you.”
    “Now
see here,” Devlin protested. “Sarah has come to no harm, in fact she…. Well,
she…” Realizing too late