Holding up her gloved hand to shield her eyes from a swatch of sunlight, she observed a footman near the carriage hand Lord Robert what appeared to be a pouch. Lord Robert then walked toward her, pouch in hand, crooked grin curving his lips.

She tried to force her gaze away, but could not. He moved with lithe grace, his long, powerful boot-clad legs eating up the distance between them. An involuntary hum of pure feminine appreciation tickled her throat. Heavens above, he was truly heartstoppingly attractive. Dozens of female hearts no doubt littered his doorstep. His tailored clothing fit him to perfection, accentuating his muscular thighs and the broad expanse of his shoulders… shoulders that she vividly recalled the warmth and strength of.

Her fingers clenched in her lap, and she firmly pushed the disturbing image away. She hated that she was so intensely aware of him. What character flaw, what weakness of spirit did she possess that wouldn't allow her to strike the man from her mind? The mere thought of him made her skin tingle. And he had a way of looking at her that rendered her flustered and confused. And aching. The way he laughed one minute, then regarded her with the most serious of expressions the next, utterly confounded her. The problem is that he is just like David.

The thought stilled her. Was that the problem? Or was it perhaps the even more disconcerting possibility that he wasn't exactly like David. Certainly, in many ways he was-his easy charm, the secrets flickering in his eyes-yet in other ways he was nothing like her husband. He appeared not to possess David's impatience. And while Lord Robert was solicitous of her, he somehow did not make her feel like a useless, fragile piece of china as David often had. And his willingness to laugh at his own expense, well, that was something David never would have done. Yes, if he were just like David, she could guard herself against him. But it was these differences she sensed-

The realization of what she was doing slammed into her and she froze. Dear God, she was finding excuses to… like him. Rationalizing this impossible, unwanted attraction toward him. Convincing herself it was acceptable.

This had to stop. Immediately. She'd allowed one charming, attractive man to sweep her off her feet and he'd nearly destroyed her. She would never allow herself to fall victim to another such man or those feelings again.

"Are you ready?" Lord Robert's voice dragged her from her thoughts. He stood before her, a broad smile on his face. "This is a favorite activity of my nieces and nephew. Watch."

He set the pouch down on the bench beside her, then reached inside, pulling out two large handfuls of what appeared to be bread crumbs. He then spread his arms straight out and opened his hands, palms upward.

"Whatever are you doing?" she asked, curious in spite of herself. "You look like a scarecrow."

"Just watch. You'll see."

A trio of pigeons fluttered down. One landed on Lord Robert's outstretched right arm, the other two on his left, then proceeded to feast upon the bread crumbs in his palms.

Before she could stop it, a giggle bubbled up in her throat. "Now you truly resemble a scarecrow… a decidedly unsuccessful one."

He grinned. "I'm about to become even more unsuccessful."

Several more birds joined the fun, and in less than a minute, the very finely garbed Lord Robert Jamison had cooing pigeons resting all along his arms and shoulders. Just when she thought another bird couldn't possibly fit on him, a particularly plump, gray-breasted pigeon fluttered in. And perched itself on Lord Robert's very elegant black hat.

"Oh, my!" A burst of uncontainable merriment erupted from her, and she pressed her hands to her cheeks. "I believe the one on your hat is settling in for an extended stay."

"No doubt. Care to try it?"

She pursed her lips. "Thank you, but I'm not particularly fond of the taste of bread crumbs, and in truth, I don't believe you have any more room on your arm, or your hat, for me."

He chuckled and several pigeons ruffled their feathers. "They're very gentle. Take a handful of bread crumbs and join us."

It instantly occurred to her that David never, ever, would have suggested such a thing. And his disapproval would have prevented her from doing so. David is gone. I can do as I please.

With an almost defiant air, she rose, reached into the pouch, and grabbed two handfuls of bread crumbs. She then spread her arms as Lord Robert had done.

"Prepare yourself," he said with a chuckle. "Here they come."

A fat pigeon landed on her right arm and delicately pecked crumbs from her gloved hand. "Oh!" Before she could recover from her surprise, two more landed on her other black sleeve. The overwhelming urge to giggle seized her, yet she tried her utmost to contain it, not wanting to startle the birds. But the endeavor proved hopeless, and a fit of laughter seized her. Gray feathers ruffled a bit, then quickly settled back in place, the birds clearly not overly concerned about a chuckling perch.

"I wish Elizabeth was here," she said. "I would love for her to capture this moment in her sketchbook. You look so funny with that pigeon on your hat!"

"You're looking rather comical yourself. Brace yourself. One is heading for your bonnet."

"Oh, my…" She felt the weight settle on top of her head, and merriment simply consumed her. Bit by bit, the mantle of her concerns slipped from her shoulders, falling into a heap at her feet. She laughed until her sides ached and tears streamed down her cheeks. Dear God, how long had it been since she'd laughed like this? Enjoyed herself so thoroughly? Years… although it seemed like decades.

"A suitable sobriquet for you suddenly occurs to me," he said, blowing a pigeon tail feather from his chin. "I dub you Madam BOB, short for Bird-on-Bonnet."

"Very well, Sir FOF."

"I beg your pardon?"

"Feafhers-on-Face. There's a small one clinging to your cheek, and a particularly lovely one attached to your earlobe."

The laughter continued for several more minutes, then, when the supply of bread crumbs was eaten, the pigeons departed one by one. Except for the one on Lord Robert's hat.

"I think she likes you," Allie said with a laugh, as she brushed off her sleeves and resettled her bonnet.

"Either that or she's made a nest. I hope not, as this is my favorite hat." He made gentle shooing motions, but the pigeon remained. "It appears we have an extra passenger for the time being. Do you mind?"

She pressed her lips together to contain her amusement at the picture he made with that pigeon perched on his hat, but wasn't the least successful. "Not at all."

"Excellent." He extended his elbow with regal solemnity, and with equal pomp, she accepted. "I suggest we make our way to Regent Street," he said as they stepped onto the tree-lined, cobbled path leading back to the carriage. "No visit to London is complete without sampling the shops."

She hesitated, overcome with a sense of wistful nostalgia. At one time she'd have accepted the invitation with alacrity. She'd adored perusing the shops, choosing lovely gowns and frivolous hats. But now, with no excess funds to spend, the prospect was nothing short of depressing. He glanced down at her, and she instantly wondered what he'd discerned in her expression, for a look that could only be described as chagrin passed over his face. Before either could speak, however, a familiar voice hailed them.

" Alberta! Lord Robert!"

They turned in unison and were greeted by the sight of Lady Gaddlestone bearing down upon them, with Tedmund, Edward, and Frederick straining at their leads. A harried-looking footman trotted behind the baroness, his arms laden with a trio of colorful fabric-covered pillows that clearly belonged to the Maltese brood.

"Guard your ankles and skirt," Lord Robert warned in an undertone. "Here comes Sir Piss-a-lot, Sir Bite-a-bit, and Sir Hump-a-leg."

Laughter gurgled in her throat, and she coughed to cover it. Good Lord, the man was outrageous!

"What a delightful surprise," the baroness exclaimed as she and the boys drew near. She pulled back on the leather leads, but the dogs forged ahead, poufy tails wagging, heading straight for Allie and Lord Robert while emitting sharp yips of unrestrained glee. "Tedmund! Edward! Frederick! Cease at once!"

The pigeon nesting on Lord Robert's hat clearly disliked the din and flew off with a loud flapping of feathers. He turned to Allie, and she bit her lip to keep from laughing aloud. The pigeon's takeoff had pushed his hat askew and it now rested on his head at a precarious angle, completing hiding one eye.

"You're not laughing at me, are you, Madam BOB?" he asked in a mock severe tone.

She widened her eyes. "I, Sir FOF? Certainly not."

One mischief-filled, dark blue eye blinked at her. "Banbury tale," he decreed.

The baroness finally managed to halt her barking brood, her plump face red with exertion. Lord Robert straightened his hat, then looked down at the boys. "Sit," he commanded. The boys instantly obeyed, looking up at him with button-eyed devotion.

"You really must show me how you do that," the baroness panted, dabbing her glistening brow with a delicate lace handkerchief. "The wicked darlings simply refuse to obey me when they're excited. Now tell me, my dears, why are you still in town? I thought you'd have traveled to Bradford Hall by now." A look of concern passed over her face. "I hope there is no problem with the duchess and the babe?"

"All is well," Lord Robert assured her. "And as far as I know, I am not yet an uncle again. Mrs. Brown needed to remain in London for several days to settle some business affairs. I shall escort her to Bradford Hall when she is finished."

The baroness looked back and forth between them, her face alive with interest. "I see. I would ask if you are enjoying your London stay, Alberta dear, but I can clearly see that you are. Why, I don't believe I've ever seen you looking quite so… animated." She leaned toward Lord Robert and whispered loudly, "Did I not tell you that she is very remarkably pretty when she smiles?"

"You did indeed."

For several seconds, Allie held her breath, waiting to see if he'd say more… if he'd agree with Lady Gaddlestone's opinion. But he said nothing further, rendering her strangely disappointed. Sanity returned, along with a strong flare of self-directed annoyance. For heaven's sake, why would she care if he thought her pretty? Desperate to change the direction of the conversation, she quickly asked, "How are you faring now that you're home, Lady Gaddlestone?"

"Very well, my dear. I've had dozens of callers and am nearly all caught up on the latest on dits." She shot an arch look at Lord Robert. "Although I've heard nothing about this apparent trend of gentlemen wearing pigeons upon their hats."

"Indeed? How shocking, for it is the very latest in manly headgear."

"Humph. You wouldn't have thought so had that feathered beast ruined your hat."

"Ah, but it would have been a small price to pay."

Allie felt his gaze shift to her, and he flexed his arm where her hand rested in the crook of his elbow, lightly squeezing her fingers. A frown tugged at her brows. Those words sounded very familiar…

Realization hit her. He'd repeated her own words about juggling the eggs for Joshua. It was a small price to pay to see him smile. His meaning was suddenly perfectly clear.

He'd brought her here and risked his clothing for one purpose. To make her smile.

She turned swiftly and discovered his gaze resting upon her. Such beautiful eyes, filled with mischief and warmth, made all the more alluring by the small smile playing around the corners of his mouth. A river of feeling cascaded through her, simultaneously warming and confusing her.

Before she could even think of a reply, he returned his attention to the baroness. "Mrs. Brown and I were just about to visit Regent Street. I thought she might enjoy a visit to the confectioner's and then tea at The Blue Iris. Would you care to join us? I'd love to hear about your travels in America."

The baroness beamed a smile at him. "My dear boy, I'd love nothing better."


*******

Comfortably ensconced in a plush, indigo velvet chair near The Blue Iris's massive brick fireplace, Lady Gaddlestone sipped her tea and chatted gaily about her adventures in America, all the while thanking her lucky stars for her most useful ability of requiring only half her attention to be engaged to carry on a conversation. Because the other half of her attention was riveted on the absolutely fascinating tableau unfolding right before her very eyes between dear Alberta and Lord Robert.