“Now what,” he murmured thoughtfully, “would a livery boy be doing under my bed?” Winter’s heart leapt with a mixture of hope and disbelief. Could it possibly be that he hadn’t recognized her? Was her disguise that good? The room that dim? She licked her lips, but before her harried mind could conjure a convincing lie, Logan leaned forward, as casually as you please, and placed a hand on one breast, squeezing gently. “Ah … I thought you a little too pretty for a boy.” His eyes narrowed thoughtfully. “A lady bird, then. The question is, have you come to rob me? Or, had you planned to earn your coin?” Still frozen, unable to think of much beyond the fact that his hand remained on her breast, Winter felt her jaw drop. If there had ever been a time in her life when she had needed her wits about her, her unflappable calm, that time was now. Unfortunately, she seemed to have left both behind in her room at home, where she should have been at this very moment, cursing Logan Cordell for a blackguard, instead of lying on the floor of the blackguard’s room with his hand on her breast.
