"Perhaps I should just leave after all." She whirled on him. "No! I'm just trying to find the right words,and I-oh,it's complicated!" "Lies usually are." She wetted her lips. "Lies?" He raised his brow. She sighed, her shoulders slumping, an expression almost of relief crossing her face. "You know." Dougal nodded. "Everything?" He nodded again. "How we tried to conceal the house's value? And disguised the beautiful paneling in the library? And-" "Blocked up the chimneys and hid the good furnishings and served me food a dead man would refuse." She bit her lip. "I'm sorry about that." "No,you're not. You wanted me unhappy and uncomfortable." "Well,yes-but not uncomfortable."