Adam was sulking. There was no other word for it. He'd tried for a week to spend some time alone with the delectable Marietta James and had not managed so much as a moment. The woman was avoiding him, and Adam could not for the life of him determine why. All he knew was that he wasn't going to tolerate it for long. After just one night, she'd come to mean far too much to him to let her go without a fight.
He'd stopped by her home the day after the incident in his parlor, ostensibly to tell her that Monty was recovering nicely and to check on her injuries. While she appeared a little worse for wear, her housekeeper had hovered in the doorway, acting as chaperone, and after checking her hands, he'd left her in Mrs. Durnst's care with a bottle of cough syrup and instructions to fetch him sho
