I was thinking that Mrs. Redbreast had forgotten to lock the door again after all the commotion yesterday.He came into the room. I didn’t have to see or hear to know that it was him. There was a new spark in the air itself.“I was told that you have changed your tale. Now you are agreeing with everyone that the old woman in your room last night was all a nightmare.”“That’s right,” I said easily as I turned to face him. I didn’t move from the window. I wanted to keep my distance from him, particularly after last night.“Well, then, if you truly believe it was some sort of dream, then there doesn’t seem to be any reason for you to hie yourself back to London and to safety.”“No, a knife in a dream can’t stab you.”“Not to my knowledge.”I smiled at him then. “If one were to wonder, however, why it took you so very long to open your bedchamber door, I wonder what you would say?”“I was naked.”I looked down at his body. I simply couldn’t help myself. And he knew, damn him, he knew what he had evoked in my mind.“Yes, you do know of naked men, don’t you, Andy?
