Lady Derring Takes a Lover EPB

was a fair question. Delilah hardly knew this woman. Their only bond was that a certain feckless earl had kept both of them alive, bored them silly, rolled on top of them and rolled off, and then left them terrified and flailing and penniless. At this moment they might be cleaving to each other the way shipwreck victims will cleave to the first available flotsam. Her judgment might be colored by terror, sherry, hope, hunger, and fury. But her instincts about people—save, perhaps, Derring—had always been good.