A woman had pulled him into the alley—a woman wearing a bonnet as prettily and expensively decorated as anything Lady Catriona McNare had ever worn, covering glossy dark hair. Her Spencer jacket was velvet, her gown of fine muslin…. He knew who it was even before the bonnet tilted back to reveal Lady Moira’s face. “My lady, what—?” She put her fingers to his lips to silence him. Although she wore gloves, her light touch was as arousing as a caress along his naked thigh. “Please, speak quietly, Mr. McHeath,” she whispered. “If I’m going to be humble and eat a little crow, I prefer to do it with as few witnesses as possible.” He would have obeyed any order she gave when she looked at him like that and touched his mouth. “I have decided that I should, perhaps, be more flexible in my dealings with Sir Robert.” Why did she have to mention Robbie? “I’m prepared to consider settling out of court, to save all of us time and expense.” Of course. It was the lawsuit that brought them together, and the lawsuit, as well as his friendship with Robbie, would keep them apart, always.
