She immediately raised up her other hand to keep the glass from falling off its base, too flustered to realize she would have burned herself. But her hold on the lamp balanced out before she did and she quickly shoved it onto the table next to the door. By the time her eyes lit on Rupert, he was already walking toward her, and he looked as daunting as he sounded. “I can explain,” she quickly told him, completely unaware of how huskily seductive she sounded with her voice still so scratchy from her long performance that afternoon. He seemed amused now. “When explanations aren’t necessary? You’ve obviously recalled I warned you what would happen if I found you where you don’t belong again. I don’t doubt you were counting on it. So let me assure you that nothing else needs to be said, dear girl.” She had no idea what he was talking about. His remark that night in Nigel’s room had been something about assumptions—what was it? “If we meet again in a place where you aren’t supposed to be, I will make assumptions more to my liking.”
