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    Her words pierced the fog of his resentment. "I believe I shall retire now. I don't wish to be rude, but—"
    "Oh, but it's your last night here!"
    "I know, Lucy. I know. But I must leave early. I'd hoped to make it back to Somerhart by tomorrow evening."
    "You can sleep in the carriage."
    Alex laughed and shook her head. "No. I'm going to ride Brinn and have the carriage follow. I'll make better time."
    "But—"
    "Stop!" She cried out, laughing at Lucy's pout. "I'll see you in a month, after all, before your trip to the Continent."
    Lucy sighed and let her shoulders slump in melodramatic defeat. "All right. I suppose if you're tired, you're tired. But do not leave in the morning without saying good-bye."
    "I promise." Alex quickly drained the dregs of her wine and stood. She kissed Lucy's cheek, hugged George, and spared Collin the barest nod before fleeing the room.
    A violent jolt of anger shot through him. Did she think that she could just dismiss him, just walk away with nothing but a nod? By God, he wasn't one of her London playthings.
    "Collin?"
    Lucy and George had retaken their seats and now sat gaping up at him while he stood and stared at the empty doorway.
    "Are you quite well? I don't know what's happened between you two, but—"
    "Excuse me," he interrupted.
    Lucy's laughter followed him when he stalked from the room.
    Alex frowned when she spotted Danielle dozing on a chair by her open trunk. She couldn't help but wonder if her maid had also spent an exhausting morning being humiliated by a man.
    "Danielle, darling, wake up and go get some dinner."
    Her brown eyes popped wide in shock. "Merde, I'm sorry! The packing is finished."
    "Thank you. Now go and feed yourself and don't forget to go to bed tonight."
    The maid's sly smile answered her curiosity. Not an embarrassing morning then, but an adventurous night. Danielle was so delightfully French. Only she had dismissed Alex's terrible scandal with a shrug and sniff. "Was it worth it?" had been all she'd asked. Her companionship had been just what Alex needed in the time since.
    She closed the door on her maid's saucy grin and, with a deep sigh, leaned against the ancient wood. She felt so tired. She should not have had those extra glasses of wine with dinner. She should not have skipped luncheon either, but it had taken her all day just to screw up her courage and face him.
    It wasn't just the rejection. It was the letter that had been waiting in her room when she'd returned from her unsuccessful tryst. If only Prescott had ignored her instructions to forward personal mail.
    The sharp knock she'd been half-expecting rattled the door against her back.
    "Good God," Alex muttered, pressing a hand to her stuttering heart. She knew who it was. He'd glared daggers into her just moments before when she'd said her goodbyes. What the hell did he want from her?
    Steeling herself against the coming confrontation, she stepped away from the door and opened it just a crack.
    "Alexandra," he said in a suspiciously even voice. "Might I speak with you?"
    "Yes."
    His mouth tightened. "Will you open the door?"
    She stared at him for a long moment just to be difficult, then let the door swing open. "What is it?"
    She pretended not to notice his anger, but she did back a few steps away from him as he slipped in and shut the door.
    "Why are you acting like this?"
    "What do you mean?"
    "Like I've done something terrible."
    "I'm not acting that way at all."
    "You won't speak to me. You won't even look at me. You're leaving tomorrow and all you can manage for me is a nod of your damned head?"
    Oh, this was ridiculous. "I can't imagine why you'd care."
    Collin growled, hands crumpling to fists. "You think I wouldn't even care to say a proper good-bye to you?"
    Her temper ruled her, off-balance as she was from a combination of his overwhelming presence and the wine she'd consumed. "I think that you had every reason not to like me when we met, and I think you do not like