Anne woke early in the morning, the dawn's pale light only a drab gray presence behind the curtains. Although the bed was empty, she had the strangest notion that it hadn't been a short while ago. Blinking and delicately yawning, she stretched her limbs and got up.

She then realized she was still in her own home, her bedchamber at Chessley Manor. She had never made it to Cedric's townhouse last night after the long celebration. What had happened? Surely the man hadn't wanted ...