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“Pippa?” Roger asked as Philippa entered her room after meeting with Lord Lennox. Both he and Ruth waited anxiously by her bed, their eyes round and mouths tight. “Pippa, are you allowed to stay?”
“Yes… But his lordship needs me to help him first.”
“Help him how?” Ruth asked.
“They want to expose Lord Monmouth. They think I can help them draw him out in public.”
“How?” Roger’s face was tight with worry.
“They wish for me to go live with Mr. Boudreaux and pose as his ward, the daughter of an old friend from the country.”
“Boudreaux? The tall dark haired man who rescued you?”
“Yes, the one with dark, intense eyes.” Lord, she loved those whiskey-colored eyes, the way they always made her feel warm and safe, even as his lips promised dark, dangerous and sinful pleasures.
“Do you fee
