A spark of anger ignited the depths of his dark eyes, but she didn’t wait for an answer. Pulling free of his hold, she quickly entered the salon with Lady Caro racing to keep up with her. She did not slow her pace until she reached the baroness’s room. She was shaking all over, aware that somehow she had struck a dangerous cord in him. Almost as though he felt threatened, vulnerable even. But such an idea was absurd. How could someone like her possibly pose a threat to such a man? Entering her aunt’s room, she found Lady Sophia propped up in bed, closely watching Hannah move about the chamber, putting away toiletry. Chloe handed the little dog over to the abigail after brushing dirt from its tiny paws. “Where have you been, child?” asked the baroness, a worried crease between her brows. “I took Lady Caro out, Aunt Sophia,” replied Chloe, sitting on the edge of the bed, surprised at how lucid her aunt appeared. “Did you and Sir Albert play with Mr.
