He was drowning, he finally admitted. Drowning in the allure of Lady Jane Westbury.

“Matthew,” she murmured, her voice breaking. “How can I save you?”

“No, by God, you’ve accused me of coldness, but howcan you, when you can feel ho…”

“Why?" She asked in a confused whisper. "Out of all the women in the world, why …”

“But this night is not through. We’ve made love. And now, to the bed, where the …”