"He'd just reached the hall when Jane ran out after him. "Dom, wait." He smiled at her. "What is it, sweeting?" "Thank you." "For what?" She came up to press a kiss to his cheek. "For letting me question her. For not turning all investigator-like and bellowing questions at her. I know she'll have to face plenty of that at the trial." "I'll keep her out of it if I can, but if the choice is sending him to prison or covering up the scandal--" "You should send him to prison," she said fiercely. "No question about that." He chuckled. "You are far more bloodthirsty than I ever would have guessed." "And more hardy, I hope?" "Definitely." Her eyes sparkled at him. "Does this mean you'll make me an honorary Duke's Man, after all?" "Certainly not," he said in a falsely stern voice. When she lifted an eyebrow at him, he swept his gaze down her and grinned. "There is nothing remotely manly about you, sweeting. So you'll have to be an honorary Duke's " She beamed at him. "I'm going to remind you of that when I ask you to teach me how to shoot." His grin faltered. "Teach you to what?" he said as she headed back to Nancy's room. "Have you gone mad?" Her laughter wafted back to him as she closed the door, and he realized with relief that she was joking. Or was she? Good God. As a wife, Jane was clearly going to be a joy and a trial, a blessing and a curse. Once they married, she was going to throw all his plans into disarray, and all his careful control right out the window. He smiled. He couldn't wait to begin."