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said.
    She knocked him in the ribs.
    He turned to Rosalind, who looked like she needed to be whisked away, and he badly wanted to be the man to do it. So despite himself, he couldn’t help saying, “It’s not far.”
    Surprisingly, Rosalind nodded. “Okay. I’ll just get my coat.”
    The flash of excitement that coursed through his veins was ridiculous. He watched her walk away and resisted the urge to trail after her.
    Instead, he faced his villainous stepsister. “That was poorly done.”
    “It was brilliant actually.”
    “You told her I was a solicitor.”
    “So that she’ll find it natural to talk to you about the will if she has legal questions.”
    “Yes, but I know nothing about law.”
    “Just distract her.” Summer grasped his arm and lowered her voice. “Stay close to Rosalind to find out what’s going on with the will. And before you say you can’t do any such thing, let me remind you that you’re my brother—”
    “Stepbrother,” he corrected.
    “—and that you promised Mama that you’d always look after me.”
    He wanted to point out that she was a grown woman and didn’t need looking after, but if she was going to employ schemes like this … He sighed.
    Knowing she’d won, she smiled and hugged him. “Thank you, Nick. I love you.”
    Rosalind returned, eyeing them blatantly. He stepped back and patted Summer’s head before asking, “Ready?”
    “Yes.” Rosalind wrapped a scarf around her neck and led the way out.

Chapter Four
    Nick didn’t know any pubs in Mayfair, but he’d seen one around the corner on the way to the memorial. He gestured to the left. “It’s this way, just down the block.”
    Rosalind nodded and fell into step beside him.
    They didn’t talk—she seemed lost in her thoughts. A couple minutes later, when he saw the white building come into view, he began to point it out.
    She turned to him at the same moment, took his lapel, and reached up on her tiptoes as if she were about to kiss him.
    His gaze fixed on her mouth. Lush. Dark pink. Parted. He wanted to taste her so badly.
    But he couldn’t. She was in mourning, and he was there under false pretences. Damn Summer. “Rosalind—”
    Her lips touched his, and his heart stopped.
    When it started beating again, it pumped furiously in a way he hadn’t felt since the first time he narrowly missed crashing his race car. Unable to help himself, he slid his hand into her hair, needing to hold her.
    She hummed, pressing herself against the full length of his body. Her hand eased inside his coat, paused, and then undid a couple of shirt buttons to snake inside. She hummed again as her palm roved up his chest.
    Her touch on his skin was electric. He wanted to do the same to her. He wanted to push her hand lower, to show her what she’d done to him.
    But they were on the street, and she didn’t know who he was, so instead he gently disengaged his mouth from hers.
    She drew away slowly, her eyes opening reluctantly. Her lips were red and glossy, and she licked them before she said, “I needed to do that.”
    “Yes.”
    “Maybe I should unhand you now.”
    “It’s probably best.” But she didn’t make a move to withdraw, and it didn’t help that he wanted to carry her off to the nearest bed. Drawing on his control, he brushed her hair back. “Maybe we should go inside and get you that drink I promised.”
    “It’s probably best,” she echoed with an amused smile. She slid her hand over his torso before she withdrew it and buttoned him up.
    Nick took a deep breath and led her to the pub.
    She looked up at the bar’s sign. “The Red Witch. It’s adorable.”
    To him, it looked like every other pub in London: white building, black trim, lanterns, and dangling pots with overflowing flowers. But if she was happy, that was all that mattered. He held the door open and let her enter first.
    “I bet I know who the red witch is,” she said, motioning to the tall woman tending bar.
    The red-headed bartender