As she fingered the edges of the plain, black cloak she had worn as a housekeeper, Honor silently thanked Rose again for making her hide her money in her clothes. Gavin had not thought to search them and her small cache of pound notes remained safe among her clothes, packed in a small case. It was ready for the moment she could get away.
The problem was getting away. Gavin came to her bed every night, made love to her and slept until just before daylight. It left her no opportunity for escape. During the day she was watched closely by his butler and the wretched companion he had hired for her, Mrs. Swanson. Honor suspected the stout Mrs. Swanson was really a Mr. Swanson, but didn't dare say it aloud.
Her only friend was Colette, but she feared to involve her. Gavin could kill a ser
