“Aye,” Richard said impatiently.

“That is your emergency?” he asked with disbelief. “You had my valet roust me from a dead slumber to ask me that?”

“Well you know who’s whereabouts is rather important to me,” Richard said stiffly, and then pointed out, “And I wouldn’t have had to wake you from a dead slumber to find out where he is if you hadn’t left without me last night.”

Daniel dropped into the nearest seat with disgust. “Well what else was I to do? Sit about in my carriage while you gave you know who’s wife a tumble?”

Richard stiffened. “She is my wife, thank you very much.”

“My, we’ve certainly changed our tune this morning,” Daniel said dryly. “Last night you weren’t sure you wanted to keep her.”

“Yes, well, I changed my mind.” He paused to scowl at the man. “How the devil did you know I tumbled her?”

Woodrow’s eyebrows rose. “Was it supposed to be a secret? If so, you shouldn’t have done it in the front window for anyone on the street to see.”

Richard’s eyes widened in horror as he realized they had been in front of the window at first. How much of Christiana had been on display? Good Lord, what had he been thinking? Richard knew the answer to that well enough. He hadn’t been thinking at all , his manhood had been the one in charge last night, his presently very content, well spent manhood.

Richard had woken this morning thinking that marriage to Christiana might be a very fine thing indeed, and he’d been reaching for her again when he’d realized sunlight was peeking through the bedroom curtains. Then, suddenly his brain had managed to speak loudly enough to drown out his manhood and remind him of certain problems that needed dealing with. His brother’s body, for instance.

Recalling his intent to hunt down Daniel this morning and find out what he’d done with George, Richard had leapt from the bed, found some clothes in the master bedroom that his twin had obviously purchased, and reluctantly donned them. George had always favored bright, flashy colors while Richard preferred more somber attire. He would have to see about a whole new wardrobe, he thought now.

“Well?”

Richard blinked his thoughts away and glanced to Daniel in question. “Well, what?”

“Are you really planning to keep her?”

“Yes, of course.” He settled in a chair with a sigh, and then admitted, “She was a virgin until last night.”

Daniel blew out a silent whistle. “That was very remiss of you know who.”

Richard grunted, not bothering to mention that he’d heard a thing or two in the past that suggested it wasn’t so much that George was being remiss in not consummating the marriage, but that he was incapable of it. He hadn’t paid much attention to the gossip then, but now supposed it must be true.

“So after a year of misery with you know who, whom she thought was you, she just forgave all and fell into your arms last night?” Daniel asked quietly.