Caroline instinctively leaned closer to the door, wondering what “this” was.

“I'm sure she just dropped it,” Blake said. “Ribbons fall from ladies' hair all the time.”

Her hand flew up to her head. When had she lost her ribbon? Had Blake run his hands through her hair when he was kissing her in the hall?

“I realize that,” Perriwick replied, “but I am worried nonetheless. If I knew where she was, I am certain I could allay my fears.”

“As it happens,” came Blake's voice, “I know exactly where Miss Trent is.”

Caroline gasped. Surely he wouldn't give her away.

Blake said, “She decided to take advantage of the fine weather and has gone for a stroll in the countryside.”

“But I thought you said her presence here at Sea-crest Manor was a secret.”

“It is, but there is no reason she can't go outside as long as she doesn't wander too far from the grounds. There are very few conveyances traveling this road. No one is likely to see her.”

“I see. I shall keep an eye out for her, then. Perhaps she would like something to eat when she returns.”

“I'm sure she would like that above all else.”

Caroline touched her stomach. She was a little hungry. And to be completely truthful, the thought of a walk along the beach sounded quite nice. Just the sort of thing to clear her head, which the Lord certainly knew needed clearing.

She took a step away from the door, and Blake's and Perriwick's voices faded. Then she noticed another door on the opposite side of the washing room. She tested the doorknob gingerly, and was pleasantly surprised to note that it let her out in the side stairwell—the one usually used by servants. She looked over her shoulder, toward Blake, even though she couldn't see him.

He'd said she could go for a walk, even if it had been part of an elaborate fabrication designed to fool poor Perriwick. Caroline couldn't see any reason not to go ahead and do just that.

Within a few seconds she had dashed down the stairs and was outside. A minute later she was out of sight of the house and striding along the edge of the cliff that overlooked the blue-gray English Channel. The sea air was invigorating, but not nearly as much as the knowledge that Blake was going to be completely confused when he peered into the washing room and found her missing.

Bother the man, anyway. He could use some confusion in his life.

Chapter 14

nic-tate (verb). To wink.

I have found that nervous situations often cause me to nictate or stutter.

—From the personal dictionary of Caroline Trent

An hour later Caroline was feeling quite refreshed—at least in the physical sense. The crisp salty air held remarkable restorative properties for the lungs. Unfortunately, it wasn't quite as effective with the heart and the head.

Did she love Blake Ravenscroft? She certainly hoped so. She'd like to think that she wouldn't have behaved in such a wanton manner with a man for whom she didn't feel a deep and abiding affection.