“Yes. We often work together.” Alec turned to her. “And it appears that my presence is required at Signore Cardinelli’s this evening after all,” he said with marked displeasure.

“Oh, is that so?” Lottie said, feigning wide-eyed innocence.

Alec frowned, not at all fooled. “Don’t think this gives you the chance to play detective. You’re only coming because I doubt I’ll be admitted without you.” Lottie smiled but Alec’s frown only deepened. “You’ll stay away from Cardinelli. Give me your word.”

“I will,” she reluctantly agreed. “And what will you be doing while I’m busy not talking to the signore?”

He slanted his gaze to the window. “It’s better the less you know,” he said coolly. “But I…I won’t be myself tonight. Do you understand?”

Lottie pressed her lips together. That could mean all sorts of things.

For once, Alec didn’t try to hide his feelings. But she couldn’t tell which troubled him: fearing for her safety, or what she might think of him after this evening.

All the more important that she show him her mettle. And that she could accept him, no matter his past.

“Yes. Perhaps I’ll finally be able to see this charm I’ve heard so much about.” She then placed her hand on top of his and gave it a reassuring pat. “Don’t you worry about me.”

Alec let out a soft breath. “I do, though,” he murmured, while staring at their hands. “How can I not?” Then he glanced up. All she could hear now was the crushing vulnerability that laced through every word, the uncertainty behind every gesture.

Lottie’s smile faded as his eyes were drawn to her mouth. They darkened just as they did in the hall, right before she had nearly kissed him. Her stomach tightened with anticipation, emphasizing the hollow ache inside her, but as she began to lean toward him, Alec tore his hand away from hers and stood. “Your trunk is still downstairs. I’ll bring it up,” he said briskly. “And I’ll see about having someone come to help you dress. Nico’s aunt has aspirations to become a lady’s maid. She might enjoy the chance to practice on you.” Lottie shook her head to protest, but he held up a hand and forced a smile. “I insist. If we must descend upon Venetian society tonight, we can at least do so in a grand fashion.” Then he turned on his heel and left the room.

A little while later, Alec returned with Lottie’s trunk and a pretty, dark-haired young woman.

“This is Valentina. She will help you.”

The young woman grinned and clasped Lottie’s hand in both of hers. “I am so happy to meet you, signora.”

“Please, call me Lottie. My, your English is excellent.” Then she turned to Alec. “I see you’ve kept yourself busy, Professor.”