“Indeed,” Harry said. “He’s been telling me about his debts and how her dowry will help settle them, once he’s blackmailed her into marriage.”

“Interesting.” Oscar grinned. “Perhaps we should discuss this outside.” He took one of Wentworth’s arms. “May I assist you?” Harry asked. “Please.” Harry took the other. “Uhh!” was all Wentworth got out before they frog marched him through the doors. “I’ve got a carriage over here.” Oscar was no longer smiling. Wentworth whimpered. Oscar casually cuffed him over the head and Wentworth subsided. “I’ll take him to London and my brothers.” “Do you need my help on the road?” Harry asked. Oscar shook his head. “You’ve got him pretty far gone with drink. He’ll sleep most of the way.” They heaved Wentworth’s now-inert body into the carriage. Oscar dusted his hands. “Thanks, Harry. We owe you.” “No, you don’t.” Maitland hesitated. “Well, thanks, anyway.” Harry raised his hand in a salute, and the carriage pulled away. Oscar poked his head through the retreating carriage

window. “Hey, Harry!” “What?” “You fit in.” Oscar waved and ducked back. Harry stared as the carriage barreled around the corner.

GEORGE DIDN’T SLEEP WELL ANYMORE. Maybe it was the life growing inside of her, making its presence known by disturbing her sleep. Maybe it was the thought of the decisions she must make soon. Or maybe it was wondering where Harry was spending the night. Was he sleeping under the stars, shivering in a bundled up cloak? Had he found sanctuary with friends somewhere? Was he keeping another woman warm tonight?

No, best not to think of that.

She rolled over and stared out her black bedroom window. Maybe it was just the chill of the autumn air. A tree branch rattled in the wind. George drew the covers up to her chin. She’d found Harry’s latest gift earlier when she’d prepared for bed. A small, rather funny eel. She’d thought it a snake at first, before remembering the fairy tale. Then she could see the tiny fin running along the creature’s back. Did that complete her collection? He’d made all the animals the Leopard Prince had obtained for the princess. Perhaps it was his way of saying good-bye.

A shadow shifted outside her window, and the frame slid smoothly up. Harry Pye swung a leg over the sill and climbed into her room.

Thank goodness. “Is that how you’ve been getting in and out?”

“Mostly I’ve been sneaking in the kitchen door.” Harry gently shut the window.

“That’s not nearly as romantic as the window.” George sat up and hugged her knees to her chest.

“No, but it’s a lot easier.”

“I had noticed that it’s a three-story drop to the ground.”

“With prickly rose bushes at the base, my lady. I hope you saw those, too.” He strolled to the bed.