“Simon was a soldier. He has seen much of the dark side of life, and he also trusts Lucas’s judgment.” Suzanne smiled. “I was an only child, and I’m so glad that I acquired a brother when I married Simon.”

“I’m so glad I braved the Clantons’ ball, because doing that brought me here.” Kendra rose from her chair. “I’ll leave you to your daughter. This time in a baby’s life is so sweet, and they grow so quickly.”

Suzanne grinned. “I know, but with luck, there will be another baby or two in our futures.”

Kendra hoped that for Suzanne and wished she could see such a future for herself.

* * *

Lucas looked up when he heard Kendra’s footsteps coming down the stairs. When she joined the men in the drawing room, he was struck by how different she appeared from the first time he’d seen her. She still wore black and she had the same queenly bearing, but she no longer looked angry and desperate. Now she looked . . . determined.

She gestured for them to stay in their seats as they started to rise at her entrance. “No need to get up. Has the strategy session been productive?”

Simon nodded. “I have some acquaintance with one of the three men who testified against you. Hollowell seems like a reasonable fellow. If presented with sufficient evidence, he might change his mind about what happened that night. Perhaps the other men are also reasonable.”

Kendra cocked her head thoughtfully. “If the woman who masqueraded as me can be found and persuaded to tell the truth, she might be able to provide intimate details that could convince him that she was the woman he bedded, not me.”

“That’s a very good idea,” Lucas agreed. “I hope your Kirkland can find the woman.”

“His ability to learn things is legendary.” Simon looked at a different list. “On the social side, I’ve been looking at upcoming entertainments to find ones given by friends who might be supportive. Also, as Suzanne said, she can arrange for you to meet influential women who might be sympathetic to your cause.”

“I’ve been thinking of how to present myself,” Kendra said. “I’ve been wearing black, in mourning for the death of truth. Would red be better since I’m considered an outrageous woman?”

Lucas had a brief, dazzling vision of Kendra in scarlet, blazing like a passionate flame. He swallowed hard. “I think black is better because it’s serious and suits your situation. Also, you look good in black.”

“That makes sense. Very well, I shall not wear colors. I had a mourning wardrobe made up when my grandfather died so I’m well prepared.” She covered a yawn. “It’s time for me to return to Thorsay House.”

“I’ll come with you,” Lucas said as he stood.

She gave him a sweet, tired smile. “Having been attacked on the way here, I welcome your escort.”