Closing the door to her bedroom suite, he muttered bright curses and took the stairs down at a jog. What was wrong with him? Craving the gorgeous blonde Lady Ranford was not part of his mission. Saving her was. And this fixation, this enchantment she held for him had to end. He grumbled at his own lunacy, because he was enthralled with her, too. So how could he end his fascination with her when he was in her company so often? Tempted by her hourly? And now this accident on top of the other one? If indeed, they were accidents. Which he doubted. And just when he had to determine quickly if she was whole and safe, what had he done? Damn. He’d fawned over her like a suitor. A lover. When he was her servant. Her butler, for Christ’s sakes! Yes, he had laid her to her bed. Yes, he had tucked pillows under her poor, injured knees.
