Swallowing a mouthful of the brandy that had just been brought by a liveried footman, Kendall knew one thing. This private room at his club was ideal-especially when he didn't want the damn woman calling at his house, and if he was caught with her here, it would further his reputation-but he should have put his father's watch back in his pocket and walked on. Now the door opened, and she sailed in, Chasens trailing in her wake, instead of the other way about uneasiness streaked like ...