With a last glance at the wide assortment of food spread out on the table, she quickly swiped up two rolls and stuffed them in her pockets, then hurried after the housekeeper. The cook had seen what she’d done and her laughter followed Danny out the door.

Mrs. Robertson took her upstairs and into one of the unoccupied rooms to explain in exact detail what her duties would be. Even though the room was pretty much empty at the moment, it wouldn’t stay that way, and so Mrs. Robertson explained what Danny would have to do when it was fully furnished.

There was never to be a speck of dust in the house. That was Mrs. Robertson’s first rule. Danny would have dirty laundry to fetch and return cleaned. Floors, windows, just about everything upstairs, fell to her to keep spotless.

The upstairs would be her domain, Mrs. Robertson had stressed. Danny rather liked the sound of that. But in the meantime, at least until the downstairs maid was hired, she’d have to help in keeping those rooms clean as well. Claire took care of the kitchen. And at the moment, most of the other downstairs rooms were empty, so keeping them dust-free wouldn’t take up much time at all.

“You will wait until Master Jeremy leaves his room before you enter it to clean it, unless he needs something, in which case he’ll likely call for you. If he has guests, again, wait until they go downstairs before you enter their rooms. Do not, in any case, disturb any occupants upstairs if they are sleeping. Currently a member of his family is staying with us, so two of these rooms are occupied. You do not need to do your chores in any exact order, just make sure they are all done by the end of the day.”

Mrs. Robertson had alot more to say, and Danny managed to retain it all, but it still didn’t seem like enough work to keep her busy all day. She pointed that out.

“Wot if I finish up early each day?”

“You will need to keep yourself available if Master Jeremy is at home, in case he requires something. Otherwise you will be free to do as you like, rest, read, go out, visit friends, whatever suits you. You will have Sundays off after you make the beds and make sure everything on your floor is in its proper place. You might also wish to spend some time each day working on your diction.”

“Eh?”

“Exactly. The proper response would have been, ‘What is wrong with my diction?’ or ‘What is diction?’ or even ‘I like my diction the way it is, thank you.’ ”

“But—that’s wot I said, I just tossed it all into one word.”

The woman actually laughed. “Danny, lass, this is nothing personal. Frankly, I find your speech quaint. It reminds me of my younger years. I didn’t always work for the nobility, you know. But you’ll find that improving your speech can only be a benefit to you. Unless you like being embarrassed when you have difficulty conveying your thoughts?”

Danny was jarred by what the housekeeper had called her,Danny lass. It brought back a vague memory of being surrounded by a room full of toys, someone holding her hand and telling her, “Make a choice, Danny lass. Your father said you could have any toy that strikes your fancy for this birthday.”

Had her life really been that nice before someone had ripped her from it by trying to hurt her? Or was that just some dream she’d once had? Her head starting aching, trying to remember more, but nothing else would come to her to prove that it had been a dream—or a real memory. And Mrs. Robertson was waiting on an answer from her.

“I—I might know ’ow to talk better,” she said hesitantly. “It’s just been so long, I’ve mostly forgotten. My friend Lucy, she wanted me to talk as I do now. She worked ’ard at it, making sure I did.”

“How odd. But at any rate, I don’t mind correcting you, if you won’t mind being corrected. Master Jeremy also mentioned that he would try to assist you in that regard.”

“ ’E did?”

“Yes, he’s apparently taken quite an interest in you. This is an upper-crust household. If you were employed by tradespeople, it wouldn’t matter that much. But servants of the nobility can be quite as snobbish as their employers, and you do want to fit in, don’t you?”

Danny thought about that for a moment, then said, “I don’t think I’m wanting to be a snob, no.”

Mrs. Robertson burst out laughing again. “You’re priceless, child. I haven’t laughed this much in years. I wasn’t suggesting turningyou into a snob. Good heavens, no. I don’t believe I’m one myself, and Master Jeremy certainly isn’t. But, you will meet other servants on this street, I’m sure. And we have yet to finish staffing this house. My point was, you are likely to come across such people, and while you might look down your nose at them, just as they will at you, you don’t want to stand out for ridicule if you don’t have to, do you? No, of course not. No one enjoys ridicule.”

Danny hadn’t been expecting this type of instruction. But since it did fit right in with her desire to improve herself, she was quite grateful that the woman suggested it and said so.

“Thank ye, ma’am. I’d be beholden for the teaching.”

“Splendid. Shall we devote a half hour each evening to it for a while? We’ll get thoseh ’s andu ’s back into your speech in no time!”

Danny grinned. “There’s fifteen years to correct. It may take more’n a while.”

“Possibly. But, you aren’t going anywhere, are you? So we’ve plenty of time to work on it.”

Not going anywhere? Some of the weight just lifted from Danny’s shoulders. Now if Malory would just get off them as well…

Chapter 16

“HULLO!Where is everyone?”

Danny heard the women’s loud call and poked her head around the upstairs corner to glance down the stairs where the noise was coming from. Three women were in the entry hall, decked out in high fashion, beauties all of them. She recognized one—Malory’s cousin Regina Eden, who’d barged in on him yesterday. Which explained how they got in when no one was around to let them in.

Danny had no intention of answering the lady’s question. Her duties were fresh in her mind and they didn’t include answering doors or dealing with guests. She was aware that there was no butler or footman yet to do that, but Claire was around somewhere and had managed to answer the door just fine yesterday.

Danny quickly leaned back out of sight again, but not soon enough. “You there! Come here, please.”

Danny didn’t move. Just because it seemed as if the woman was talking to her didn’t mean she was. Claire could have appeared.Someone should have by now, with all that yelling going on.

“I know you heard me, so don’t run off. Come down here, please.”

Danny stuck her head around the corner again. Sure enough, Regina Eden was looking directly at her and beckoned her forward with a wave of her hand. There was no help for it. Rudeness wasn’t part of her job.

She bounded down the stairs in her usual get-to-it-quickly pace, then nearly landed on her arse on the marble floor as she slid a few feet. Bleedin’ slippery floor. Her blush didn’t last long though as she was boggled by the three women, now that she was closer and could see them better. They weren’t just beauties, they were raving beauties.

One of them had flaming red-gold hair and gray-green eyes. She was petite, a good five inches shorter than Danny, and looked to be in her early thirties. The other new one was younger, perhaps twenty-five, with black hair that looked naturally curly and soft gray eyes. She was a bit shorter, too, making Danny feel positively huge standing next to the three of them.

Malory was related to Regina Eden, but these other two women? He’d said the rest of his family were blond, so they weren’t family of his. And if he had beauties like these visiting him, maybe he wasn’t out to get her in his bed after all. Maybe he had only been toying with her. She was nothing compared to these elegant ladies, and they were definitely ladies. Nobility was written all over them.

“How are you liking your new job, lad?” Regina was asking her. “My footman will be over later today. I’m sure you’ll get along with him splendidly. He’s such a nice fellow. But in the meantime, it looks like you’re the only one available to fetch Jeremy for us. I imagine he and Drew made a late night of it after they left my house last night, not that Jeremy is known to be an early riser in any case. He’s still sleeping?”

The hour was still early, barely ten in the morning. Danny could truthfully say he was still in his room, since she’d been keeping a close eye and ear on his door, to make sure she’d be behind some other door when he left his room. Running into Malory in the hall upstairs wasnot going to be part of her daily routine.

“I ’aven’t seen ’im today, so, aye, ’e’s probably still abed.”

That should have been their clue to leave, but, no, Regina said,

“Well, run along and wake him. And do tell him to hurry. We have a great many shops and warehouses to stop in today if we’re going to get this house furnished.”

“Yer taking ’im shopping?”

“Indeed. Waiting for him to muddle through the process on his own will never get this place up to scratch. He has entertaining to do, but he can’t do it if there isn’t a sofa to sit on.”

Danny wondered if Jeremy knew he had entertaining to do. She was smirking as she headed back upstairs. His cousin seemed so pushy, Danny wouldn’t be surprised if the entertaining was her idea, not his.

She stopped short in the hall before his door, realizing suddenly thatshe was supposed to wake him. She’d been hoping she wouldn’t have to see him today. She’d been hoping to get used to her job before she had to deal with him again. After what he’d said last night… she caught her breath, thinking of it, and remembering the way he’d looked at her.

She went ahead and pounded on his door, shouting, “Get up, mate! Ye ’ave company.”

Then she took off down the hall to hide in an empty bedroom. Not soon enough though. The door across from his opened and a blond giant of a man stepped out to growl at her, “If that’s the way you wake people, make sure you send a maid to my door, or you’ll end up being tossed down the stairs in short order.”

Danny could have cried at that point. Just when she’d begun to feel comfortable, she had to blow it again and get a member of his family annoyed enough to send her tossing. She turned about, ready to apologize, and forgot what she was going to say. Big, blond, and gorgeous. And he was as surprised as she was, now that he got a look at her.

“I’ll be damned, if you aren’t a woman, I’ll eat my ship plank by plank.”

“A gut full o’ splinters don’t sound too appetizing,” she said by way of acknowledgment.

He grinned. “I take it youare the maid? Or rather, let me rephrase that. Ihope you are the maid and not one of Jeremy’s ladyloves.”

“I ain’t no one’s ladylove.”

“Then it’s my lucky day.”

“Eh?”

“Means you’re available, sweetheart.”

Danny snorted. “Don’t mean any such thing.”

“Don’t devastate me this early in the morning. I may not recover.”

Since he didn’t look the least bit devastated, looked nothing but confident and full of mirth, she replied simply, “Get over it, mate.”

Danny turned to leave again. She wasn’t used to men flirting with her. Women, yes, all the time and everywhere she went. She was very used to that, but then they saw a handsome lad when they looked at her. And she’d developed trite phrases that didn’t insult, but let them know she wasn’t interested. But men… and how the devil had another one seen through her disguise so easily?

Bleedin’ hell, she’d been right to worry that she couldn’t go on much longer playing the man. Twice in a matter of days she’d been figured out.

She’d gotten no more than a step away when she heard Jeremy say in a less-than-friendly tone, “My servants are off-limits, Drew—just so you know.”

“So it’s like that, is it? I’m not surprised. A face like that is worth giving up the sea for.”

“Which you have no intention of ever doing.”

A chuckle. “Not a chance.”

One of the doors closed, Danny couldn’t tell which. She took the chance of glancing back, hoping it was Jeremy who’d gone back in his room. It wasn’t. He stood there looking at her, and he wasn’t completely dressed. He only had his pants on.

She couldn’t move, she even forgot to breathe for a moment, she was so mesmerized. He was more muscular than his clothes indicated, and rock-firm. Even his tan extended down his chest, implying it was his natural skin tone. And his hair was mussed from sleeping, giving him an irresistible sexy appeal that was so strong, she was almost drawn forward like a moth to a flame…

Oh, God! Looking for a door, any door, to dash behind, she found the closest, opened it, and stepped inside. Bleedin’ hell, she was in the closet where the clean bedding was kept, along with a supply of cleaning materials! It was dark with barely any room between the door and the shelves behind her. But she wasn’t going back out there to see that man half-naked again.

He rapped on the door. She groaned inwardly. “Go away. Ye ain’t dressed.”

“You could get used to it.”

“Not bleedin’ likely.”

She heard his chuckle. She gritted her teeth.

“Was there a reason you nearly broke my door down waking me?”

She blushed. Hearing it put that way, she probably shouldn’t have been so loud about it. Having to wake him at all, well, she supposed that task was going to fall to her occasionally and be the hardest part of her new job. She’d have to find a way to avoid it, maybe make a deal with the new footman when he arrived. She felt better already, until she recalled that Jeremy was on the other side of the door waiting for her answer. And half-naked.