All their lives. Gyles listened to the soft huff of her breathing. Then he closed his eyes and dreamed.

Chapter 21.

"Do came along.! We'll be late."

"Nonsense." Francesca smiled placatingly at Osbert as Irving helped her into her pelisse. "It's only just three. Lady Carlisle won't be expecting us so early."

"Oh, won't she?" Osbert cast a knowledgeable glance over Francesca's new green wool coat with its velvet collar and matching velvet muff. "That suits you. Where was I? Oh, yes. Her ladyship and every single one of her guests will be waiting to hear about last night. How the Great Rawlings Experiment went."

"Experiment?" A sharp rap on the door had Francesca glancing around. She watched as Irving accepted a note.

Laying the note on a salver, Irving brought it to her.

"A young lad said it was from your cousin, ma'am. He expected no reply."

"Franni?" Francesca unfolded the note. She read it; her emotions swung sharply from the inner joy that had warmed her all day-the joy of knowing that the love she'd always wanted, a love to last a lifetime, was hers-to plunge into worrying concern. The change was abrupt, cold reality slicing keenly into her warm world of earthly bliss.

The short note was in Franni's unformed hand. Lowering the single sheet, Francesca focused on Osbert. "I won't be attending Lady Carlisle's afternoon tea. Please convey my apologies to her ladyship."

Her voice growing brisk, she turned to Irving. "Have the carriage brought around. Two footmen, as usual."

"Wait a minute!" Osbert replaced Irving as he bowed and withdrew. "Where are you off to?"

Francesca glanced at the note. "St. Margaret's Church, Cheapside."

"What?"

"Osbert, I must go-Franni says to come immediately. She won't be able to wait long. I can understand that. She and Ginny must be out walking-"

"Not in Cheapside. Not the sort of place ladies go for walks."

"Regardless, that's where Franni is, and she'll have her maid with her, and it's a church, after all. We'll be perfectly safe. And I'll be taking my escort with me."

"You're taking me with you."

"No." Francesca laid her hand on his arm. "I don't dare. Franni says she must tell me something about Ester, that she's ill but concealing it-I have to find out what Franni knows. And she won't tell me if you're with me."

Wallace approached. "The carriage is on its way, ma'am. If I might make so bold, it would be best to take Mr. Rawlings with you."

Francesca shook her head. "That's impossible and unnecessary. I'm going to visit a church, meet my cousin, and exchange a few words. I won't be going anywhere else, I promise you." Hooves clopped beyond the front door; she whirled. "I'll return as soon as I can."

"Francesca!"

"Ma'am, if I could suggest-"

Francesca swept out of the house. Osbert and Wallace followed. Wallace halted at the top of the steps, watching with open concern as Francesca was handed into the carriage. Osbert was not so constrained; he followed Francesca to the carriage, lecturing all the way.

When the door shut and he was still on the pavement, he glared. "Gyles won't like it."

"Probably not," Francesca replied, "but I'll be back before he knows."

The carriage lurched, then rumbled off. Osbert watched it go through narrowed eyes. "Women!"

A discreet cough at his elbow had him turning. Wallace met his gaze. "If I could suggest, sir... the master's quite experienced in managing females."

"Yes, I know. Devilish clever in the saddle and all that, but what's that got to say... oh."

"Indeed, sir. I believe his lordship is presently at White's. You, of course, could gain instant access, and you could explain the intricacies of the situation."

Osbert scowled at the corner around which the carriage had disappeared. "I'll do it. White's, you say?"

"Indeed, sir." Wallace waved imperiously. "Here's a hackney."

Osbert turned from tossing the jarvey his fare, and saw Gyles framed in the doorway of White's. "Hoi!"

Pushing through the crowd thronging the pavement, he reached Gyles as he came down the steps.

Gyles frowned. "I thought you were escorting Francesca this afternoon."

"So did I." With a curt nod to Devil, one step behind Gyles, Osbert complained, "She's gone off to some deuced church in Cheapside."

"What?"

"That's what I said. Told her it was no place for the likes of her. So did Wallace-or he tried to, anyway-"

"Why did she go?"

"She got a note from her cousin. She-the cousin-said she had something to tell Francesca about someone called

Ester. Francesca seemed to think it perfectly normal for this cousin to have set up a meeting in St. Margaret's Church in Cheapside. She wouldn't let me go with her-said the cousin would balk or some such thing-"

Gyles grabbed Osbert's arms; he only just refrained from shaking him. The familiar black fear was roiling inside him, tentacles tightening about his chest. "Did she take the carriage?"

Osbert nodded. "And two footmen. And there was an extra groom on top, too."

"Good." Gyles released Osbert. Devil stepped down, joining them. Gyles looked at Devil, then shook his head. "She's well guarded, but..." He knew she was in danger. Real danger. He thought of Franni, and his blood ran cold. "I don't like this."

"I don't either. Nor did Wallace," Osbert averred.

"I don't like the sound of Cheapside either." Devil raised a brow at Gyles. "Your call."

Gyles considered. "Osbert-grab a hackney. You and I are going to Cheapside."

"Excellent!" Osbert strode off.

Devil raised both brows. "And me?"