"Will you never forgive me for what I did so long ago, Jane?" The soft question caught her off guard. "Would you do it again if you had the chance?" She could hardly breathe, awaiting his answer. With a low oath, he glanced away. Then his features hardened into those of the rigid and arrogant Dom he had become. "Yes. I did the only thing I could to keep you happy." Her breath turned to ice in her throat. "That's the problem. You still really believe that." His gaze swung to her again, but before he could say anything more, noises in the hall arrested them both. "It's gone very quiet in there." It was the duke's voice, remarkably clear, sounding as if it came from right outside the door. "Perhaps we should knock first." Oh no! As Jane frantically set her gown to rights, she heard Lisette say, "Don't you dare bother them, Max. I'm sure everything's fine. Let's come back later." With panic growing in her belly, Jane glanced around for her tucker. Wordlessly, Dom plucked it from the back of a chair and handed it to her. Without meeting his gaze, she pinned it into her bodice, hoping to hide the tiny holes where Dom had unwittingly ripped it free of its pins. "Besides," drawled Tristan, "it's not as if Dom will seduce her or anything. That's not his vice." Sweet Lord, were they right outside the door? "I'm not worried about that," Max answered. "Miss Vernon isn't the sort to him seduce her." As Jane tensed, Dom hissed under his breath, "Do the blasted idiots not realize we can hear them?" "Apparently not." Dom furtively adjusted his trousers, which seemed to be rather...oddly protruding just now. Ohhh. Right. This was one time she wished Nancy hadn't been so forthcoming about what happened to a man's body when he was aroused. So , not his pistol, had been the odd bulge digging into her. Definitely not a pistol. Her cheeks positively flamed. Faith, how could she even face his family after this and not give away what she and Dom had been doing? Mortified, she hurried to the looking glass to fix her hair. While she stuffed tendrils back into place and repinned drooping curls, Dom came up behind her to meet her gaze in the mirror. "Before we let them in, I want an answer to my question about Blakeborough." Curse the stubborn man. How could she tell Dom she was so pathetic that she hadn't even managed to find another man to love in all the years they'd spent apart? That she'd been foolish enough to wait around for Dom all this time, when he'd happily gone on living his life without her? Her pride couldn't endure having him know that. To her relief, Tristan said, "Well, whatever they're up to, we have to get moving." A knock sounded at the door. "Dom? Jane? Are you done talking?" She met Dom's gaze with a certain defiance, and he arched one eyebrow in question. So she took matters into her own hands and strode for the door. Caught off guard, Dom swore behind her and snatched up his greatcoat just as she opened the door and said, "Please come in. We're quite finished." Their companions trooped in, casting her and Dom wary glances. Jane looked over to see Dom holding his greatcoat looped over his arm as if to shield the front of him. That brought the blushes back to her cheeks. She caught Lisette furtively watching her, and she cursed herself for wearing her emotions on her sleeve. Better shift her attention elsewhere before Lisette guessed just how shameless she'd been."