Damn, she was wearing something that . . . well, she might as well not be wearing anything at all, Robert thought wryly as his eyes slid over her curves through the diaphanous gown. Mrs. Morgan had always had the best girls in town. He ought to know. He’d visited often enough over the years. Beautiful, curvaceous and talented women were what Morgan’s was known for. He couldn’t believe that Lord Madison had let the woman into his home and even served her tea, for God’s sake. The fact that the man had let his unwed daughter spend any time with the woman was rather horrifying.

Of course, Lord Madison spent most of his time out in the country too, and probably hadn’t had a clue the sort of woman he’d let into his manor. Still . . . Robert had to wonder how he’d missed hearing of the Madisons’ acquaintance with this woman before now.

Although, he supposed he shouldn’t be surprised. He hadn’t seen much of Lord Madison or Lisa since his father’s death. In fact, he’d only seen them the once, those few short weeks when Lisa had been in London around the time of Suzette and Daniel’s meeting and marrying. Truth be told, he’d been avoiding her to keep from encouraging the silly schoolroom crush he knew she had on him.

Robert cared for Lisa, just as he cared for Suzette and Christiana. But that was it and he had no desire to break her heart. It would make it uncomfortable to be around her sisters and their husbands and while he had always been close to Suzette and Christiana, he was even closer now. They and Daniel and Richard had become his closest friends these last two years.

His thoughts were distracted when the woman in the room turned slowly, her gaze moving to the window. Sure she couldn’t see him through the gauzy curtain, he eyed her with interest. The girl reminded him of Lisa. Well, Lisa as she would look if not properly attired in her frilly pastel gowns and with her hair up in those fancy styles women in the ton tended to wear, he thought, his admiring gaze running over the girl’s front now just as it had her back.

She was a ripe little peach, all generous curves and shapely legs. And her hair was a silken mass that framed her face and fell over her shoulders in a golden cascade. And what a face, he thought. It was heart-shaped with huge eyes and full, kissable lips.

Perhaps he should visit this little strumpet later in the evening after finding Lisa and getting her safely home. Well, if he managed to rescue her without getting caught or seen. Mrs. Morgan would hardly welcome his clientele if she found out—