Giles, Daniel called himself every insult he could think of. What the hell had he been thinking, kissing her like that? She wasn’t some woman he visited in a flash house or a widow he tarried with after sharing an ale at the neighborhood pub. She was Miss Renwick. An estimable, virtuous young woman from a good family.But now he had to wonder if she was what Aldridge purported her to be.He could scarcely credit what Aldridge had said at White’s, but then she’d kissed him. Then he’d gotten quite carried away, and she’d allowed it. His confidence about her was more than shaken. Nevertheless, he spent the entire trip reliving her kiss: the taste of her mouth, the feel of her body, the sound of her moan. It was all he could do not to release his cock from his drawers and finish the job they’d started.Instead, he tried to focus on his journey into St. Giles, a rookery so foul and so corrupt that no sane police officer ever entered it at night. Unless they’d spent years cultivating mutually beneficial relationships, which Daniel had done.
