She had discovered from Brianna the first day she arrived in Surrey that the Duke of Huntley made a habit of spending his afternoons assisting his tenants and inspecting his vast lands. There had truly been no reason to hesitate so long.After all, the quicker she found the damnable letters, the quicker she could return to Russia.She told herself that her reluctance was nothing more than revulsion. She was no prude (how could she be with Nadia as her mother?), but she did draw the line at behaving like a common thief.Deep inside, however, she knew it was not just her moral outrage that kept her from the inevitable.No, it had far more to do with her reaction to the Duke of Huntley.Odd how her entire body had seemed to tingle with excitement the moment he had glanced in her direction. He was stunningly beautiful, of course. But so was his brother and she had felt nothing but gratitude toward Lord Summerville. Well, gratitude and a horrid guilt.Certainly her heart did not race and her knees feel weak whenever he happened to be near.
