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‘He is waking! Someone get his Grace and her Ladyship immediately.’

He opened his eyes at last and tried to sit up, but the room was still a blur and his back did not want to support him.

Who the devil was her Ladyship?

Something smelled wonderful. No. It was someone. Roses and cinnamon, close at his side. Muslin leaning against his bare arm and warm, silky skin touching his shoulder, then smoothing the hair on his brow. His senses were returning to him in a series of pleasant surprises.

‘Is someone going to explain to me what has happened, or will you leave me to guess? Did I take ill in the night?’

‘We heard nothing from you for months. When Justine brought you home you were in no state to say anything. There had been an accident.’

‘Who is this Justine?’

‘It seems there is much you have lost, and much that must be explained to you. But first and foremost you must know this. The woman before you now is Lady Felkirk.’

He paused again.

‘William, may I introduce to you your wife, Justine?’