103 Chapter 103

She passed her tongue over her lips. "Not setting the law?"

"That's what I said, isn't it? Because, contrary to what's said of me, I'm not all bad."

"Right."

What? Have the drunken sot arrested and he'd have to arrange to take her and her sick friend back to town. Besides, why on earth was he keeping some piece of junk pocket watch from a part of his life that had ensnared him? He still had the ten thousand, didn't he? It could have been a far dearer experience. She could have won the game.

"I don't know that you do see," he countered. "Or you wouldn't have been so desperate to escape me that you bolted out of London, lugging that woman in a cart, whoever the hell she is."

He tried and failed miserably to lower his voice, master his dwindling temper.

Robbed. He'd heard that word not so long ago, something in connection with these damnable jewel thieves. Right outside her door, it was. Something about not being robbed. When he just had.

"She's a friend."