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And she did not wish the he lived, he would remember that question, spoken softly in his arms – the little possibility that came on a silly dream When he breathed his last, in prison or at the end of a rope, that question would be his last thought

It did not matter that she hadn’t meant it Not the way he wished

She wished the title She wished safety and cohter And he knew better than any how iive up for theive theht "You should be the one to care for her"

"I will be," he said "This is hoill do it"

Langley considered hi once "Then if she will have me, I will have her"

Duncan hated the way the words rioted through him, the visceral fury that caainst God and the world that this was his fate – to love a woman he could not have

But instead of that, he said, "If there is ever anything I can do for you, ley rocked back on his heels "I may come and see you sooner than you think"

The viscount turned away, and Duncan was left alone at the edge of the casino floor, watching the croaiting for her

"I see your membership has been reinstated," the Marquess of Bourne said at his elbow "So you can see the fruits of your very idiotic labor?"

Duncan winced at the words, but did not resist them He’d put a price on Chase’s head, and by extension, on this place and all her owners Instead, he asked, "What is she planning?"

"All I know is that she’s about to make a damn mistake But no one tells Chase how to live"

"What aze fro whatever it was she was going to do He’da reward for Chase’s identity – it should be he who cleared it up

"She wouldn’t tell us anything else Only that it was her decision to make – which is debatable at best – and so fa run its course"

Dread pooled deep within "She’s giving up the club?"

But why?

"In Chase’s fashion, she’s thought it all through," Bourne said, exasperation in his tone, as though this were the whiirl and not the destruction of years of her work and drearee more"

He couldn’t allow it He could save her in another way He searched for her again "Where is she?"