Chapter Twelve
Octavius met his cousin on the stairs. “Do you need me tonight?” Dex asked.
“Need?” Octavius repeated blankly, his mind still caught up in kissing Miss Toogood—the surprise on her face, the softness of her lips.
“To help you dress.”
“Uh . . .” All Octavius wanted to do was to retire to his bedroom and think about that kiss. Had it been a mistake? Had he ruined his chances with Miss Toogood? “Uh, yes.” Because it was important that the baron learned his lesson. No, it was more than important; it was crucial. Because if Miss Toogood decided not to marry him, he needed to make certain she was safe in this household.
Dex came with him to his bedroom. Octavius changed shape and dressed in maid’s clothing. They were getting good at this, he and Dex.
He made his way swiftly a
