Tall, Dark and Disreputable by Deb Marlowe

tell you one last time—I have had no hand in your misfortune. I had no earthly idea of what your father was about, to will me controlling interest in your business.’
    ‘It is true, Mr Cardea,’ chimed in her companion. ‘I was here when her brother’s solicitor arrived bearing the news. I can testify to her utter shock.’
    ‘I panicked, in fact,’Portia said. ‘I thought something dreadful must have happened to you.’
    Mateo saw sincerity in her eyes and an urgent need to be believed. ‘I’ll accept that—since we’ve met again,I already strongly suspected it. But what does it have to do with Stenbrooke?’
    ‘Nothing yet.’
    Mateo caught his first glimpse of hesitation. He leaned forwards.
    ‘I was bewildered, but Anthony’s man didn’t have any answers. I sent a letter with him back to Hempshaw, thinking my brother would have them—or at least have news of you.’
    ‘And did he?’
    She shook her head. Mateo watched several heavy strands of her honeyed hair fall from confinement and curl against the slender column of her neck. ‘No, neither. So I immediately sent a message to you, asking you to come and help me decipher this mess.’ Her gaze fell away. ‘I realise it might have been short, and perhaps awkward. That was precisely how I felt, considering how long it had been…and especially considering the nature of our last contact.’
    Her hand rose and hovered near the bodice of her gown. Mateo recognised her obvious unease and thought back to her letter. It had indeed been curt and cryptic—and it had helped fuel his rising fury and suspicion. He sighed. It didn’t matter now, he supposed, but he was surprised at the intense relief that came with the knowledge that she had not conspired against him.
    ‘It was only a day or so later that yet another solicitor came calling—but for a very different reason.’ Portia exchanged a pained look with Miss Tofton. ‘He carriedwith him a deed of conveyance and informed me that Stenbrooke was no longer mine.’
    Mateo shook his head. His brain hurt from the sudden shifts in this conversation. ‘How can that be?’
    ‘That was exactly our reaction,’ Miss Tofton said indignantly.
    ‘It could be—’ and now Portia’s voice rang with bitterness ‘—because of my rotten blighter of a husband.’
    ‘Portia!’
    Mateo felt inclined to echo her companion’s gasp of shock.
    ‘I beg your pardon, Dorrie, but you are well aware of my feelings and Mateo might as well be, too.’
    ‘But to speak so of the dead…’ She shuddered.
    ‘Will not bother him in the least,’ Mateo assured her. He turned to Portia. ‘Please, go on.’
    She nodded. ‘As you said, Stenbrooke came into my possession on my marriage. It was meant to be secured to me and my children in the marriage settlements. Somehow, my father failed to see it done.’ She fought to keep her resentment from overpowering her. ‘I have no notion how my father could have neglected to take care with the single most important thing in my life, but the fact remains that he didn’t. Stenbrooke therefore became my husband’s property, according to law.’ She paused. ‘And I had no idea. It was an oversight that no one saw fit to inform me of.’
    Drawing a deep breath, she continued. ‘J.T. knew of it, obviously. He used the estate as a stake in a card game. He lost my home over a hand of faro—anotherfact that he neglected to tell me before he went and got himself so ignominiously killed.’
    There was not enough room in Mateo’s head for all his myriad reactions to this conversation. A whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and feelings set his temples pounding. Ridiculous, then, that the one at the top was an ugly sense of satisfaction that perhaps Portia had not loved her husband.
    ‘I am sorry to hear it,’ he managed to say.
    ‘Oh, but you don’t even know the worst of it!’ Miss Tofton exclaimed. ‘This new owner is craven. He didn’t even have the decency to face Portia; he merely