She responded, also in French, that she did not. “What about you?” she asked in English.

“Latin, Italian, and, strangely, some Welsh. I enjoyed languages, and I’ve always liked a challenge. Welsh seemed especially challenging.”

“Perhaps that will be useful in your new government position,” she said with a wink. Her gaze strayed to the drawing of Ash. “Thank you again for the portrait. It’s the best gift. This is going in my bedchamber so I may see it every morning when I wake.”

“I’m still willing for you to take Ash when you return to London,” he offered, though it would be difficult. He and the pup had established a happy routine of walks and play. Ash had been Gregory’s best companion since his father had died—not including Evie.

She looked toward the fire. “I’ve been thinking about that actually. I do love Ash, and it will be hard to be apart from him. However, I imagine the two of you have developed a close bond, and I shouldn’t want to disturb that.” She flicked a glance at him. “I know you want to visit when we are back in town, but I think it may be best if we don’t see each other.”

Gregory felt as though he’d been punched in the gut. He struggled to find words. “At all?”

“Yes. I know I said I wanted to be friends, and I do, but this… Our time together has been more intense than I’d anticipated.”

Hope resurged in his chest despite what she was saying. “I feel the same. I despair at parting from you.”

She settled her gaze on him, and it was surprisingly cool. His hope dissipated. “I was clear from the start, and, as I just told you, I haven’t changed my mind. This was a temporary affair.”

Was?

“Are you leaving soon?” His voice sounded tight, reflecting the tension that now gripped his body.

“Tomorrow. I need to get back to my responsibilities.”

So soon? She was a patroness at the Phoenix Club. What could she possibly need to do? “It’s not as if it’s the Season.” He smiled, though it wasn’t entirely genuine—he was just trying to lighten the mood.

“My duties are not only during the Season. I help Lucien with the management of the club. I realize that’s difficult for most people to grasp—or approve of—which is why I don’t typically share that information.” Her tone grew even colder.

He hadn’t meant to disparage her. “I find it quite admirable.” She had an occupation, while he was completely idle.

She visibly relaxed, her features smoothing. “My apologies. Sometimes I feel a bit defensive about my position. It’s unusual for a woman to be involved in a membership club as I am.”

“From everything I’ve seen—and learned from you—the Phoenix Club is not a typical membership club.”