CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Angelica arranged herself carefully in the chambers of Rupert’s townhouse, considering how she would look from the door as precisely as possible, because she knew that she would only have one chance to make an impression. She sat carefully on the edge of a chair before his great bed, balanced in that very precise space between demure and desirable. She’d changed from her wedding dress, wearing a brand new affair taken from a dressmaker purely on the strength of her word. She hadn’t dared to go back to her house yet, just in case the Dowager’s men were waiting for her.
“She expects me to run and hide,” Angelica whispered. “Well, I’ll do neither.”
“Talking to yourself, milady?” Rupert said as he entered. “You make a very poor burglar.”
Angelica had to admit that he was h
