stanhope

Stanhope looked from his daughter to her, then back again.

She knew from her research, he was one of Stanhope's friends.

She had not wanted to be alone in Stanhope's town house.

But Stanhope was going to pay for what he had done to his father.

He tried not to think of Stanhope's hands on her skin.

"My lord Stanhope has asked me to give you several days off."

He wanted to stand and throw Stanhope across the floor.

He did not believe Stanhope would call the authorities on him.

Could either of them just leave Stanhope to continue killing?

Five, perhaps ten minutes went by, then the door of Stanhope's room opened.

The market town of Stanhope is known in part for the ford across the river.

I want to have a drink at the Stanhope bar.

When it had been time to leave Stanhope's home, he'd suddenly appeared at her side.

He'd never considered whether Stanhope had a family, much less an innocent daughter.

Still, he thought Stanhope would accept a lower amount if necessary.

He would then visit Stanhope's rooms and perhaps a few others.

Until Stanhope was dead, she could not free herself of memories.

If her plan worked, it could be a matter of hours before Stanhope struck.

But just as she moved toward the window, Stanhope grabbed her again with one hand.

Seconds later they pulled up in front of Stanhope's town house.

Had he even heard that part of the exchange between Stanhope and herself?

He had every reason to want the earl of Stanhope dead.

He wanted Stanhope to believe they had reason to steal from him.

He had more risky work to do here than at Stanhope's.

Tonight she would be charming for Stanhope and his friends.