"I might know a way we could repay that debt." Everything inside Darius sharpened at that comment, just like it did when he stumbled across an idea for a new experiment. "Oh?" he asked, trying to keep his voice casual. "The young lady drew me aside after she returned from her luncheon today. She made an odd request." Darius recalled their earlier run-in at the pond. Odd didn't begin to describe it--him stalking her through the grass in his sodden clothes and bare feet. She'd handled herself with plenty of spirit, though, and he'd thought they'd left on good terms. "I did have words with her this morning," he admitted, though it seemed like forever ago now, with all that had happened since. "Her request did not pertain to you, sir. At least, not directly." Darius arched a brow. "What did it pertain to?" Wellborn was always serious, but something in the man's expression made the back of Darius's neck prickle. "Miss Greyson requested, if anyone came to Oakhaven asking after a young woman matching her description, that I not reveal her presence here. Also, that I make her aware of the situation at once." Darius fell back against the worktable. He grabbed the edge to steady himself. "She's in some kind of trouble." Wellborn dipped his chin in agreement. "It seems a logical conclusion. I'd thought to discuss the matter with you later this evening." "Thank you for bringing it to my attention," Darius said, ironically slipping into the same formality he had chided Wellborn for earlier. However, when a man lost his equilibrium, he tended to resort to old habits to regain his footing. "I found her phrasing of the request a bit odd." A contemplative look came over the butler's face. Darius mentally reviewed Wellborn's account, analyzing each section as he would one of his journal articles until a hypothesis formed. "She's more concerned over someone recognizing her appearance than her name." Wellborn nodded. "That is the impression I gained." Interesting. It seemed his new secretary might have accepted the position under false pretenses. Well, a false name, at least. Not that it mattered. The woman had proved herself more than capable. Her name didn't matter. "Let's adhere to her wishes for now. With one deviation." Darius pushed up from the table and braced his legs apart, as if preparing for battle. "If anyone comes looking for her, inform me first. She deserves our protection, Wellborn. I intend to see that she gets it."