With each passing second, his body grew hotter, his nerves growing rigid with barely controlled impatience. She had wanted him. He knew that.However, as the silence stretched on, he began to doubt his memories. Perhaps she really had not wanted him. Perhaps it had been all one-sided and his desire for her had clouded his judgment, had made him fail to see that she did not return his ardor. What if she had only allowed him such liberties because he was titled, or worse, she feared she had to in order to keep her job. Had it only been desperation that had driven her to his arms?“Milord,” came a voice from beyond the door. “Your dinner has arrived.”Relief washed across Jane’s face and he felt himself growing angry with his valet for arriving at such an inopportune moment. The little minx was not going to avoid answering his question. It was time for the truth. Never had he wished to know the truth more than he did at this very moment.“Milord—”“Enter,” he snapped, turning his back to both his valet and Jane.
