He refused to accept that Adam was behind the counterfeiting. Still, he believed Elizabeth, too, when she made it clear that his brother had organized the scheme. Why had Adam behaved so uncharacteristically? Perhaps he was being coerced as well. He set his cup down and checked his pocket watch. It was nearly noon. Elizabeth was late. Before they had departed last eve, he had asked her to meet him to discuss plans for her upcoming meeting with Roderick. He glanced towards the windows. No sign of her. Had she decided not to come? Did she not take him seriously? Nay. She knew better than to trifle with him. He considered what had transpired thus far and sighed. Elizabeth had been a tempting sight last night, dressed in the blue and silver gown. The combination complemented her auburn hair and sparkling blue eyes. Having mistook Mr. Feeney as her escort for the evening added to her loveliness. It was presumptuous of her and what he’d expect from a red-haired woman. He grinned. Her reaction to him was exactly what he had hoped for upon seeing him—her mouth hung open and she was unable to speak.
