“Whoever you are, you appear to have no scruples whatsoever and to rely on an ingratiating manner and bold deception to achiever your self-serving and mercenary ends.” She paused. She doubted such a speech would have any effect on him, but it did relieve her feelings.

She turned toward the stairs.

But the imposter grabbed her right wrist and swung her around. He caught her about the waist and pulled her body tight against his. Victoria gasped.

“You couldn’t love me then, could you?” he asked in a fierce whisper.

“Love you?” The words stunned her. She couldn’t believe he’d suggested it. She couldn’t believe they were touching.

“Good,” he said. He smiled. He looked wicked, but not in any of ways she had accused him of being wicked.

“Good,” she echoed, staring at him. In his eyes was an expression she had not seen before. He was watching her, waiting for her to understand. Unhurriedly he freed her right hand and lifted her chin.

“Let me go,” she said.

He shook his head. “There’s no danger in this.” He leaned forward and kissed her.