rs. Brightbill turned out to be almost frighteningly organized, and Victoria found herself bustled from shop to shop with the precision of a master. It was easy to see where Robert had gotten his ability to devise a plan and then single-mindedly execute it. Aunt Brightbill was a woman on a mission, and nothing was going to get in her way.

Normally they wouldn't have been able to buy a suitable gown on such short notice, but this time Victoria's working class past worked to her advantage. The staff at Madame Lambert's was thrilled to see her again, and they worked around the clock to make certain that her dress would be beyond compare.

Victoria suffered through the preparations somewhat absentmindedly. Now that she had finally decided she truly loved Robert, she was at a complete loss as to how to tell him. It should have been easy—she knew he loved her and would be delighted no matter how she said it. But she wanted it to be perfect, and it was difficult to do anything perfectly when four seamstresses were poking pins in one's side. And it was even more difficult with Aunt Bright-bill snapping off orders like an army general.

There was, of course, the night, but Victoria didn't want to tell him while in the heat of passion. She wanted it to be clear that her love for him was based on more than desire.

And so, by the time she was preparing for the ball, she still hadn't told him. She was sitting at her vanity table, pondering this while a maid dressed her hair. A knock sounded at the door, and Robert entered without waiting for a reply. "Good evening, darling," he said, leaning down to drop a kiss on the top of her head.

"Not the hair!" Victoria and her maid yelled in unison.

Robert stopped his descent about an inch above her head. "I knew there was a reason why I agreed to attend only one function. I do so like to muss your hair."

Victoria smiled, about ready to blurt out her love for him then and there, but not wanting to do it in front of the maid.

"You look exceedingly lovely this evening," he said, sprawling on a nearby chair. "The dress is most becoming. You should wear that color more frequently." He blinked distractedly. "What is it called?"

"Mauve."

"Yes, of course. Mauve. I cannot fathom why women must devise so many silly names for colors. Pink would have done just as well."

"One might suppose that we need something with which to occupy our time while you men are off running the world."

He smiled. "I thought you might need a little something to go with your new dress. I wasn't certain what would match with mauve"—he pulled a jeweler's box from behind his back and snapped it open—"but I have been told that diamonds go with everything."

Victoria gasped.

Her maid gasped even louder.

Robert actually flushed, looking a bit embarrassed.

"Oh, Robert!" Victoria said, almost afraid to reach out and touch the glittering necklace and matching earrings. "I have never seen anything more lovely."

"I have," he murmured, touching her cheek.

The maid, who was French and very discreet, quietly left the room.

"They are much too precious," Victoria said, but she was reaching out to touch them with an air of wonder in her eyes.

Robert picked the necklace up and made to put it around her neck. "May I?" At her nod he moved behind her. "What else, pray tell, should I spend my money on?"

"I-I don't know," Victoria stammered, really liking the feel of the gemstones on her breastbone despite her protestations. "I'm sure there must be something more worthy."

Robert held out the earrings for her to put on. "You are my wife, Victoria. I like to buy you presents. Expect many more in the future."

"But I have nothing for you."

He leaned over her hand and kissed it gallantly. "Your presence in my life is enough," he murmured. "Although..."

"Although?" she prompted. She did so want to give him what he needed.

"A child might be nice” he said with a sheepish smile.” If you could give me one of those..."

Victoria blushed. "At the rate we've been going, I don't foresee any problem with that."

"Good. Now then, if you could further endeavor to make her a girl who looks just like you—"

"I have no control over that," she said, laughing. Then her face sobered. It was on the tip of her tongue to say that she loved him. Every muscle in her body was poised to throw herself in his arms and say "I love you" over and over and over. But she didn't want him to think that she confused love and gratitude, so she decided to wait until later that night. She would light a scented candle in their room, wait until the mood was just right...

"Why do you suddenly look so dreamy?" Robert asked, touching her chin.

Victoria smiled secretively. "Oh, no reason. Just a little surprise I have for this evening."

"Really?" His eyes lit with anticipation. "During the ball or afterward?"

"After."

His gaze grew heavy lidded and sensual. "I can hardly wait."

An hour later they were poised to enter the Lindworthy mansion. Mrs. Brightbill and Harriet were standing directly behind the newly-weds; they had decided that it would be easier for all four of them to take one carriage.

Robert looked down at his new wife with concern in his eyes. "Are you still nervous?"

She glanced up at him in surprise. "How did you know I was nervous?"

"Yesterday when Aunt Brightbill declared her intention to bring you out immediately, I thought you might lose your breakfast."

She smiled weakly. "Was I that transparent?"

"Only to me, darling." He brought her hand to his lips and left a lingering kiss on her knuckles. "But you haven't answered my question. Are you still nervous?"

Victoria gave her head a tiny shake. "I wouldn't be alive if I weren't a little bit nervous, but no, I am not afraid."

Robert was so full of pride for her in that moment that he wondered if his family could see his chest expand with it. "Why the change of heart?"

She looked deeply into his eyes. "You."

It was all he could do not to pull her to him in a crushing embrace. God, how he loved this woman. It felt as if he had loved her since before he was born. "What do you mean?" he asked, knowing that his heart was in his eyes and not even caring.

She swallowed, then softly said, "Just knowing that you're with me, that I have you by my side. You would never let anything bad happen to me."

His grip on her hand grew fervent. "I would protect you with my life, Torie. Surely you know that."

"And I you," she returned softly. "But such talk is silly. I am certain we are destined to live happy, uneventful lives."

He stared at her with single-minded intensity. "Nonetheless, I would—"

"The Earl and Countess of Macclesfield!"

Robert and Victoria jumped apart as the Lindworthys' butler boomed their names, but the damage had already been done. It would be talked about for years to come—society's first glimpse of the new couple was of them practically devouring each other with their eyes. A hush fell over the crowd, and then some old biddy cackled, "Well, that's a love match if ever I saw one!"

Robert cracked a smile as he held his arm out to his wife. "I suppose there are worse reputations we could acquire."

Her answer was a barely stifled grin.

And then the evening began.

Three hours later Robert was not feeling so cheerful. Why? Because he'd had to spend the last three hours watching the ton watching his wife. And they seemed to be watching her with great affection. Especially the men.

If one more damned Corinthian came along and kissed her hand... Robert growled to himself, trying to stifle the urge to yank at his cravat. It was utter hell to stand back and smile serenely as the duke of Ashbourne—who was universally acknowledged as society's reigning rake— murmured his greetings to Victoria.

He felt his aunt's restraining hand on his arm. 'Do try to contain yourself," she whispered.

"Will you look at the way he's looking at her?" he hissed. "I have half a mind to—"

"Half a mind is exactly right," Mrs. Brightbill returned. "Victoria is behaving beautifully, and Ashbourne has never been the sort to dally with married women. Besides, he's dangling after some American. Now stop complaining and smile."

"I am smiling," he said through clenched teeth.

"If that's a smile, I shudder to see you laugh."

Robert offered her a sickly sweet grin.

"Do stop worrying," Mrs. Brightbill said, patting his arm. "Here comes dear Basil. I shall have him take Victoria out for a dance."

"I shall dance with her."

"No, you won't. You have already danced with her three times. Tongues are wagging."

Before Robert could reply, Basil appeared at their sides. "Hullo Mother, Cuz," he said.

Robert only nodded at him, his eyes never leaving Victoria.

"Enjoying your first social engagement with your lovely wife?" Basil asked.

Robert eyed his cousin, conveniently forgetting that Basil had always been one of his favorite relations. "Shut up, Brightbill," he bit out. "You know damned well I'm having a hellish time."

"Ah yes, the curse of a beautiful wife. Isn't it curious how a maid is protected from lechers by her innocence, but a married woman—who has vowed before God to remain faithful to one man only—is considered fair game?"

"Just what are you getting at, Brightbill?"

Robert looked at his hands, then at his cousin's throat, assessing how well the former would fit around the latter.

"Nothing," Basil said with a mild shrug. "Merely that your plan to retire from society for a time is probably a wise one. Have you noticed the way men are staring at her?"

"Basil!" Mrs. Brightbill exclaimed. "Stop teasing your cousin." She turned to Robert. "He is only joking with you."

Robert looked about ready to explode. It was a testament to Mrs. Brightbill's courage that she didn't remove her hand from his arm.

Basil merely smiled, obviously thrilled at having so successfully baited Robert. "If you'll excuse me, I must pay my respects to my favorite cousin."

"I thought I was your favorite cousin," Robert said sarcastically.

"As if you could compare," Basil said with a slow, almost regretful shake of his head.

"Basil!" Victoria said warmly when he reached her side. "How nice to see you again this evening."

Robert gave up all pretense of normal, sane behavior and crossed to her side in two steps.

"Robert!" she said, and he rather thought her voice was twice as warm as it had been with Basil. He grinned stupidly.

"I was just enjoying your wife's company," Basil said.

"Contrive not to enjoy it so much," Robert barked.

Victoria's mouth fell open. "Why, Robert, are you jealous?"

"Not at all," he lied.

"Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do," he snapped. "I don't trust him."

"Me?" Basil said with an amazingly straight face.

"I don't trust any of them," Robert growled.

Harriet, who had been standing silently by Victoria's side, nudged her and said, "See, I told you he loves you."

"Enough already!" Robert said. "She knows. Trust me."

"We all love her," Basil said, grinning.

Robert groaned. "I am plagued with relations."

Victoria touched his arm and smiled. "And I am plagued with fatigue. Would you mind if I darted off to the retiring room for a moment?"

His eyes immediately clouded with concern. "Are you ill? If you are, I'll call for—"

"I'm not ill," Victoria said under her breath. "I just need to go to the retiring room. I was trying to be polite."

"Oh," Robert replied. "I'll escort you."

"No, don't be silly. It's just down the hall. I'll be back before you notice I'm gone."

"I always notice when you're gone."

Victoria reached out to touch his cheek. "You say the sweetest things."

"Stop touching him!" Mrs. Brightbill gasped. "People will say you're in love!"

"What the devil would be wrong with that?" Robert demanded, turning on her.

"In principle, nothing. But love is not at all fashionable."

Basil chuckled. "I fear you're trapped in a very bad farce, Cuz."

"With no escape in sight," Harriet quipped.

Victoria took advantage of this exchange to slip away. "If you'll all excuse me," she murmured. She scooted along the perimeter of the ballroom until she reached the double doors leading to the hall. Mrs. Brightbill had pointed out the washroom to her earlier that evening, and Victoria found it again with ease.

The ladies' retiring room was actually in two parts. Victoria slipped through the mirrored antechamber and entered the

actual washroom, locking the door behind her. She heard someone else enter the antechamber as she did her business, and hurried up, assuming that the other lady would need to relieve herself as well. Victoria quickly smoothed down her skirts and unlocked the door, a society smile pasted on her face.

Her smile lasted less than a second.

"Good evening, Lady Macclesfield."

"Lord Eversleigh!" she gasped. The man who had attacked her at the Hollingwoods' house party. Victoria suddenly found herself fighting the urge to retch. Then she redirected her efforts, deciding that if she was going to empty her stomach, she might as well aim for his feet.

"You remember my name," he murmured. "I'm honored."

"What are you doing here? This room is for ladies."

He shrugged. "Any lady who attempts to enter will find only a locked door. Lucky for them that the Lindworthys set up another retiring room on the other side of the house."

Victoria rushed past him and tried the door. It didn't budge.

"I invite you to look for the key," he said insolently. "It's on my person."

"You're mad!"

"No” he said, pinning her against the wall. "Just furious. No one makes a fool out of me."

"My husband will kill you," she said in a low voice. "He knows where I am. If he finds you here—"

"He will assume you are cuckolding him," Eversleigh finished for her, stroking her bare shoulder with a revolting brand of tenderness.

Victoria knew that Robert would never believe the worst of her, especially in light of Evers-leigh's past behavior. "He will kill you," she repeated.

Eversleigh's hand slipped down to the crook of her waist. "How did you manage to trap him into marriage, I wonder. What a devious little governess you turned out to be."

"Get your hands off me," she hissed.

He ignored her, cupping the curve of her hip. "Your charms are obvious," he mused, "but you're not precisely marriage material for the heir to a marquessate."

Victoria tried to ignore the revulsion rolling in her stomach. "I will tell you one more time to remove your hands from my person," she warned.

"Or you'll do what?" he said with an amused smile, clearly not believing that she could be any kind of threat to him.

Victoria slammed her foot down on his with all the force she could muster, and then, while he was howling with surprise, she brought her knee up and jammed it into his groin. Eversleigh immediately collapsed onto the floor. He hissed something. Victoria thought he might be calling her a bitch, but he was in so much pain that his words were unclear. She brushed her hands together and allowed herself a satisfied smile. "I've learned a thing or two since our last encounter," she said.

Before she could say any more, someone started pounding on the door. Robert, she thought, and then was proved correct when she heard him bellow her name in the hall.

She grabbed the doorknob, but the door wouldn't budge. "Damn," she muttered, remembering that Eversleigh had locked it. "Just one moment, Robert," she called out.

"What the devil is going on in there?" he demanded. "You've been gone for hours."

It certainly hadn't been hours, but Victoria didn't see any point in arguing the issue. She wanted to remove herself from the washroom just as badly as he did. "I'll be right out," she said to the door. Then she turned around and regarded the pathetic heap on the floor. "Give me the key."

Eversleigh, even in his emasculated state, somehow managed a snicker.

"Who are you talking to?" Robert yelled.

Victoria ignored him. "The key!" she demanded, fixing a furious stare on Eversleigh. "Or I swear I'll do it again."

"Do what again?" Robert said. "Victoria, I insist that you open this door."

Exasperated, Victoria planted her hands on her hips and yelled back, "I would if I had the bloody key!" She turned to Eversleigh and ground out, "The key."

"Never."

Victoria flexed her foot. "I'll kick you this time. I wager I could do more damage with my foot than I did with my knee."

"Stand clear of the door, Torie!" Robert yelled. "I'm breaking it down."

"Oh, Robert, I really wish you—" She jumped back in time to avoid a splintering crash.

Robert stood in the doorway, heaving with exertion and seething with anger. The door swung drunkenly on one of its hinges. "Are you all right?" he said, rushing to her side. Then he looked down. His face turned nearly purple with rage. "What is he doing on the floor?" he asked, his words chillingly even.

Victoria knew it wasn't the right time to laugh, but she couldn't help it. "I put him there." she said.

"Would you care to elucidate further?" Robert requested, kicking Eversleigh onto his stomach and planting the sole of his boot on the man's back.

"Do you remember our carriage ride up from Ramsgate?"

"Intimately."

"Not that part," Victoria said quickly, blushing. "When I... Ah... When I accidentally nudged you—"

"I remember," he cut in. His voice was clipped, but Victoria thought she could detect the beginnings of humor in it.

"Right," she replied. "I do try to learn from my mistakes, and I could not help but remember how incapacitated you were. I thought the same might work on Eversleigh."

Robert started to shake with laughter.

Victoria shrugged and stopped trying to hold back her smile. "He had the requisite parts," she explained.

Robert held up his hand. "No further explanation is needed," he said, chuckling all the while. "You are ever resourceful, my lady, and I love you."

Victoria sighed, completely forgetting Evers-leigh's presence. "And I love you," she sighed. "So very much."

"If I might interrupt this touching scene," Eversleigh said.

Robert kicked him. "You may not." His eyes flew back to his wife. "Oh, Victoria, do you really mean it?"

"With all my heart."

He reached out to embrace her, but Eversleigh was in the way. "Is there a window in there?" he asked, flicking his head toward the washroom.

Victoria nodded.

"Big enough for a man?"

Her lips twitched. "I'd say so."

"How utterly convenient." Robert picked up Eversleigh by his collar and the seat of his pants, and shoved him halfway out the window. "Last time you attacked my wife, I believe I told you I'd tear you from limb to limb if you repeated your insults."

"She wasn't your wife then," Eversleigh spat out.

Robert slugged him in the stomach, then turned to Victoria and said, "It's amazing how good that feels. Would you like give it a try?"

"No, thank you. I would have to touch him, you see."

"Very wise," Robert murmured. Turning his attention back to Eversleigh, he said, "My marriage has left me in remarkable good humor, and it is for that reason alone that I do not kill you right now. But if you should approach my wife ever again, I will not hesitate to put a bullet between your eyes. Do I make myself clear?"

Eversleigh may have tried to nod, but it was hard to tell as he was hanging upside down outside the window.

"Do I make myself clear?" Robert roared. Victoria actually took a step back. She'd had no idea he was still so furious; he'd been keeping such a firm control on his emotions.

"Yes, damn you!" Eversleigh yelled.

Robert dropped him.

Victoria rushed to the window. "Was it very far to the ground?" she asked.

Robert looked out. "Not so far. But do you happen to know if the Lindworthys have dogs?"

"Dogs? No, why?"

He smiled. "It looks a little messy out there. I was just curious."

Victoria clapped her hand over her mouth. "Did you...? Did we...?"

"We certainly did. Eversleigh's valet is going to have a devil of a time washing his hair."

There was no holding in her laughter at that one. Victoria doubled over with giggles, managing to catch her breath only long enough to gasp, "Move, so I can see!" She peered out the window just in time to catch Eversleigh shaking his head like a dog as he quit the scene, vicious invective streaming from his mouth all the while. She pulled her head back in the window. "It certainly smelled noxious," she said.

But Robert's face had grown serious. "Victoria," he began awkwardly, "what you said... Did you..."

"Yes, I meant it," she said, taking his hands in hers. "I love you. I just wasn't able to say it before now."

He blinked. "You needed to knee a man in the groin before you could tell me you loved me?"

"No!" Then she thought about his words. "Well, yes, in a way. I've always been so fearful that you would run my life. But I've learned that having you with me doesn't mean that I can't take care of myself just as well."

"You certainly made short work of Eversleigh."

Her chin lifted a notch and she allowed herself a satisfied smile. "Yes, I did, didn't I? And do you know, but I think I couldn't have done it without you."

"Victoria, you did this all on your own. I wasn't even present."

"Yes, you were." She picked up his hand and placed it over her heart. "You were here. And you made me strong."

"Torie, you're the strongest woman I know. You always have been."

She didn't even try to put a halt to the tears rolling down her cheeks. "I'm so much better with you than I am without you. Robert, I love you so much."

Robert leaned down to kiss her, then realized that the door to the retiring room was still hanging on its hinge. He shut the connecting door and locked it. "There," he murmured in what he hoped was his best rakish voice. "Now I have you all to myself."

"You certainly do, my lord. You certainly do."

Many minutes later, Victoria pulled her mouth a fraction of an inch away from his. "Robert," she said, "do you realize—"

"Hush, woman, I'm trying to kiss you, and there's damned little room to maneuver in here."

"Yes, but do you realize—"

He cut her off with his mouth. Victoria surrendered to his kiss for another minute, but then she pulled away again. "What I wanted to tell you—"

He let out a dramatic sigh. "What?"

"Someday our children are going to ask us what the most meaningful moment of our lives was. And they're going to want to know where it happened."

Robert lifted his head and regarded the cramped washroom, then chuckled. "Darling, we're just going to have to lie and say we traveled to China, because no one would believe this."

Then he kissed her again.