“They can’t bring charges against him for what he did so long ago, but I’ll see to it that the magistrate knows and that his past actions be taken into account when sentenced.”

“I supposed I’ll have to testify—”

“I’ll do it. No reason for you to even go to the trial. My word will suffice.”

“But I’m the one he attacked.”

“I saw it happen and can serve as a witness. You’ve lamented how the law treats women unfairly. The courts do the same. I don’t condone the reality of it, but a man’s testimony will hold more sway than a woman’s. Trust me, sweetheart, the blighter will never bother you again. I’ll ensure it, one way or another.”

He sounded so confident, so in command, so certain he could bring about the outcome she desired. She wouldn’t mind not seeing Dibble again, and yet she had a responsibility to ensure he never bothered her again. But she wasn’t in the mood to argue about it at the moment. She would do what needed to be done when the time arrived. “How did you know to come?”

“As you’re aware, I tend to look across at your window before retiring. I noted the back door ajar, pale light spilling out into the mews. I knew you’d closed it after I left. I wanted to reassure myself nothing was amiss.”

“I was surprised by how quickly and efficiently you dispatched him.”

“I’ve done a bit of boxing for sport, among friends. Some are more competitive than others.”

She would enjoy watching him box, but then she took delight in watching him breathe. “I’m warmer now, if you want to leave.”

“I’d rather stay.”

The relief overwhelmed her, and she snuggled more closely against him. She’d always known dangers existed in the world, but until tonight none had ever touched her.

Chapter 20

To Fancy’s surprise, within Matthew’s arms, she’d slept. He’d stayed until dawn and then slipped out the back. No one seemed to be about, so her reputation was safe.

But as she traveled in the coach, her mind filled with the images of the horrid man who’d come to her door. His black teeth, his black, black eyes. While she knew she could have gone to Mick for help, for reassurance, for some unfathomable reason, she’d wanted Matthew. Not only because he required no explanation regarding what had happened but the comfort that he’d provided had seemed so much more intimate than what her brother would have given. Oh, certainly Mick would have held her and murmured words of reassurances, would have meant all he said and did, but she didn’t know if he could have gently begun piecing back together her heart.