As you wish. But I felt several personal items here while I was a guest at the house party, so if you don’t mind, I’ll fetch those before I leave.” That would give him an excuse to find her room and make her listen.
“Very well.” As Jackson headed for the door, Stoneville called out, “Your room is in the west wing, isn’t it?”
Jackson halted to eye him warily. “Yes. Why?”
“You may not know that there’s a shortcut through the south wing.” The marguess stared steadily at him. The family resided in the south wing. “Indeed, I would love your opinion on a piece of art. I’m thinking of selling it, and you might know of a buyer. It’s a fine military painting by Goya hanging right next to Celia’s door, if you’d care to take a look on your way past.”
He couldn’t believe it-Stoneville was telling him how to find Celia’s room.
“Just remember,” Stoneville added, “if you should happen to run into anyone, explain that I wanted your opinion about some art.”
“I appreciate your faith in my judgment, my lord,” he said. “I will certainly take a look at that painting.”
Stoneville’s gaze hardened as he stood. “I trust that you’ll behave like a gentleman while you’re passing that way.”
He bit back a hot retort-his lordship was one to talk. But the fact that the man was helping him with Celia was a small miracle, and he wasn’t about to ignore that. “Yes. A perfect gentleman.”
“Good. I’ll hold you to that.

Author: Sabrina Jeffries