You weren't supposed to pay for our supplies.' ... 'I was hungry, and I didn't want to be bashed on the head by Mrs. Denwortle.' ... Her lips twitched into a half grin, nearly as compelling as the blinding smile that had convinced him to scale the walls and fortify the roof of the estate. Swiftly she ran her eyes up and down his historically clothed form, and the color in her cheeks deepened. 'You are our guest.' So the other party was interested, as well. Good. That would make things easier. 'If you'd come in here a few moments earlier, I'd have been your half naked guest. Then whatever would we have done?