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said jovially, “but I’m thinking quite seriously of remedying that. In fact, it might be the only thing that will make this eve bearable.”
    â€œIf the procurement of drink removes you from my presence,” Benedict said, “then it will certainly be the only thing that will make my night bearable as well.”
    Colin grinned, gave a jaunty salute, and was gone.
    â€œIt’s nice to see two siblings who love each other so well,” Sophie murmured.
    Benedict, who had been staring somewhat menacingly at the doorway through which his brother had just disappeared, snapped his attention back to her. “You call that love?”
    Sophie thought of Rosamund and Posy, who were forever sniping at each other, and not in jest. “I do,” she said firmly. “It’s obvious you would lay your life down for him. And vice versa.”
    â€œI suppose you’re right.” Benedict let out a beleaguered sigh, then ruined the effect by smiling. “Much as it pains me to admit it.” He leaned against the wall, crossing his arms and looking terribly sophisticated and urbane. “So tell me,” he said, “have you any siblings?”
    Sophie pondered that question for a moment, then gave a decisive, “No.”
    One of his brows rose into a curiously arrogant arch. He cocked his head very slightly to the side as he said, “I find myself rather curious as to why it took you so long to determine the answer to that question. One would think the answer would be an easy one to reach.”
    Sophie looked away for a moment, not wanting him to see the pain that she knew must show in her eyes. She had always wanted a family. In fact, there was nothing in life she had ever wanted more. Her father had never recognized her as his daughter, even in private, and her mother had died at her birth. Araminta treated her like the plague, and Rosamund and Posy had certainly never been sisters to her. Posy had occasionally been a friend, but even she spent most of the day asking Sophie to mend her dress, or style her hair, or polish her shoes . . .
    And in all truth, even though Posy asked rather than ordered, as her sister and mother did, Sophie didn’t exactly have the option of saying no.
    â€œI am an only child,” Sophie finally said.
    â€œAnd that is all you’re going to say on the subject,” Benedict murmured.
    â€œAnd that is all I’m going to say on the subject,” she agreed.
    â€œVery well.” He smiled, a lazy masculine sort of smile. “What, then, am I permitted to ask you?”
    â€œNothing, really.”
    â€œNothing at all?”
    â€œI suppose I might be induced to tell you that my favorite color is green, but beyond that I shall leave you with no clues to my identity.”
    â€œWhy so many secrets?”
    â€œIf I answered that,” Sophie said with an enigmatic smile, truly warming to her role as a mysterious stranger, “then that would be the end of my secrets, wouldn’t it?”
    He leaned forward ever so slightly. “You could always develop new secrets.”
    Sophie backed up a step. His gaze had grown hot, and she had heard enough talk in the servants’ quarters to know what that meant. Thrilling as that was, she was not quite as daring as she pretended to be. “This entire night,” she said, “is secret enough.”
    â€œThen ask me a question,” he said. “I have no secrets.”
    Her eyes widened. “None? Truly? Doesn’t everyone have secrets?”
    â€œNot I. My life is hopelessly banal.”
    â€œ That I find difficult to believe.”
    â€œIt’s true,” he said with a shrug. “I’ve never seduced an innocent, or even a married lady, I have no gambling debts, and my parents were completely faithful to one another.”
    Meaning he wasn’t a bastard. Somehow the thought brought an ache to Sophie’s throat. Not, of course, because he