James. There was an assortment of palaces nearby, as well as the National Gallery, and the Cafe Royal and Verry's Restaurant in Regent Street. It wasn't at all the sort of place one would expect outrageous behavior to go unnoticed, especially if one were a duke. Geoff had long since thrown caution to the wind. When he demanded to know whether Shelby would walk or be tossed over his shoulder, she agreed to cooperate. "I feel like a hostage in a bank robbery. You might as well be holding a gun to my back," she muttered under her breath as they exited the hotel. "I can only pray that Mr. Ritz will do as I bade and use the telephone to summon the police to rescue me!" Geoff threw her a sardonic glance. "You are confused. I am rescuing you at this moment, scamp. I know you too well to believe that you actually wanted to suffer through that ten-course meal with Castle!" His voice was laced with laughter. "This is hardly a rescue! It is an... abduction!" A richly dressed white-haired couple were stepping out of their automobile at that moment and paused to stare at Geoff.
