One moment, her eyes were clouded with confusion, and the next, they sharpened with a cold, clear understanding. “I should have known. It all makes such sense now.” She spoke to herself, but there was no mistaking the edge of ire in her tone. He could see her mind go through the steps—Violet’s marriages, his plans to marry Isabella to Colonel Foxworthy, the rumors surrounding Foxworthy’s death. Her eyes narrowed with each consideration. “You are searching for Isabella, trying to bring her home.” “Yes, of course I am. It is my responsibility. What else would I be doing?” He sounded more defensive and bitter than he ought. Damn. He hated it when his guilt and insecurity showed through. He didn’t know why he felt the desire to explain, anyway. It was no business of hers why he had chosen the paths he had. “You’re Lady Carrington’s brother. I confess you’re correct I had not put the names together.” Lord Westington stepped into the gap of social awkwardness. “How is your sister?
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