But as his fingers closed over the handle, he stopped short of throwing it open. Just because he was in Philtwell did not mean he could let his guard down, and his concern for Miss Sutton was no reason to become careless. With the stealth of long practice, Oberon inched the portal open and then stepped back, out of the way. He waited a moment in silence before tipping it further with the toe of his boot, an action that served him well, for as it swung inwards he caught a glimpse of something coming towards him. In an instant, he thrust himself through the narrow opening, one hand closing over the threatening object, while the other reached for his assailant. The heavy weapon thudded to the floor and rolled away, just as he realised that his opponent was no villain. In fact, it seemed they recognised each other at the very same moment, for the woman in his arms stopped struggling abruptly, her breath coming fast and heavy. And just as abruptly, Oberon became aware of the soft female form pressed to him—so like the night they met.
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