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her. Afraid of Jameson? Afraid of a little kiss in
     the moonlight on a romantic bridge over a trickling stream?
    She shook herself. Afraid was not the correct
     term. She was... She was...
    She didn’t know what she was. Not herself,
     certainly. Never could she remember being so addled before. The
     man was simply infuriating! How could he do this! And now, of
     all times!
    She had spent the last few weeks saving his honor and reputation. And this was how he thanked her for
     it. By accosting her in the garden.
    It was all the more infuriating that he was
     such a good kisser.
    Well, she assumed he was a good kisser; she
     had little to compare it to. She had certainly enjoyed it more
     than the miscreant’s ministrations, but that was hardly
     an apt comparison. That kiss had been more about compromising
     her than seducing her. She had not felt any flutterings in her
     belly during that kiss.
    Jameson’s manhandling had not left her
     with fear or revulsion; she had felt a deplorable excitement
     as they struggled through the garden and had not been
     altogether unhappy at losing. It was no doubt one of those silly
     female reactions she had heretofore been free from.
    But there had been something horribly
     exciting in being physically manipulated so easily by a handsome
     gentleman one generally approved of.
    She did not approve of her reaction
     at all. She did not approve of Jameson’s actions
     whatsoever. He had come too far down this path for her to remain
     unsure of his sincerity. First his proposal, now his attempt at
     seducing her. She had spent far too many years maneuvering him to know that he was notoriously hard-headed. She had little hope
     of him listening to her repeated rejection of his suit. But if
     he was notoriously hard-headed, he was also easily distracted.
     She would simply have to find him a suitable distraction.
    If it also distracted her from thinking of
     his kiss, so much the better.

Five
    E ven though Amelia spent a restless night
     with very little sleep involved, she arose early as usual. Her
     day was too full to allow otherwise. Besides, every time she
     closed her eyes the transformation of Jameson from long-time
     friend to man left her staring wide-eyed into the dark.
     She could not take much more thought on the matter without
     screaming and with relief started her toilet as early as she
     could.
    She had only begun the first of her business
     for the day when Jameson was announced. So uncommonly early was
     he for a visit that she hadn’t any thought of the embarrassing
     episode of the night before.
    “What in the world is the matter, Jameson? It
     is morning . Is Robin quite alright?”
    He paused in the door, looking taken aback,
     then laughed. “My dear, he is fine. And I know it is morning,
     though I admit I do not see it often. I knew if I waited too
     long, you would be gone on your visits.”
    She waited for a moment, expecting him to
     explain what was so important. She could hardly imagine he’d
     slept at all, let alone been home since the ball last night. But
     he looked as refreshed and alert as he ever did, and when he
     said nothing but simply looked at her, she realized. He had come
     to see her.
    She turned back to her writing desk, hiding
     her suddenly quickened heartbeat. “You should never have been
     let in for a call; come back at the appropriate time.”
    He laughed. “I could if you insist. But I
     assume your mother does not know of certain activities you
     participated in last night, my little Stilton. Wouldn’t you like
     to keep it that way?”
    “I do not like being blackmailed.”
    “No one does, my dear.”
    She turned back to him. “And I did not
     participate. You all but carried me through the garden last
     night.”
    He murmured, “Thrilling, wasn’t it?”
    She would die a thousand painful deaths
     before she admitted any such thing and she looked down her nose
     at him.
    “Yes, I often end thrilling encounters with a