"And are you thirsty," she asked, "or were you merely being polite?" "I am always polite," he said with a wicked grin, "but I am thirsty as well." Kate took one look at that grin, lethally combined with those devastating green eyes, and nearly groaned. "You are a rake as well," she said with a sigh. Colin choked-- on what, she did not know, but he choked nonetheless. "I beg your pardon?" Kate's face flushed as she realized with horror that she'd spoken aloud. "No, it is I who should beg your pardon. Please forgive me. That was unforgivably rude." "No, no," he said quickly, looking terribly interested and not a little bit amused, "do continue." Kate swallowed. There was really no way to get out of it now. "I was merely--" She cleared her throat. "If I might be frank . . ." He nodded, his sly grin telling her that he could not imagine her being anything frank. Kate cleared her throat yet again. Really, this was getting ridiculous. She was starting to sound as if she'd swallowed a toad. "It had occurred to me that you might be rather like your brother, that is all." "My brother?" "The viscount," she said, thinking it must be obvious. "I have three brothers," he explained. "Oh." Now she felt stupid. "I'm sorry." "I'm sorry, too," he said with great feeling. "Most of the time they're a dreadful nuisance." -Kate & Colin"