Caspian crouched down behind several large wooden crates in an alley as he and Lady Beaumont waited for her quarry to appear. They’d lingered outside of Sir Carlyle Kensington’s home for several hours, all in hopes of her getting her story. Rumors abounded that the man secretly was seeing multiple ladies at the same time. Caspian’s pale blue eyes flicked down to her face, noting the spark of intrigue in hers as she watched the back door of the house across the street. He tamped down his amusement, willing away the bemused smile that threatened to show. His breath fogged in the wintry air, the midday sun not increasing the temperature at all. Damn it, Cas, you should’ve said no to the little hellion. You’ve better ways to waste time than chasing down the source of idle gossip. He thought as he shifted to get more comfortable in their hiding place. Most days he thought himself a sane man. A rational man. And yet here he was. “My Lady, perhaps we ought to call it a day?” Caspian said gruffly, his expression annoyed as usual despite his slight amusement at her tenacity. “I doubt anyone much cares if the man dabbles with multiple flowers. It is nonsensical to put your life and reputation at risk for a scandal sheet that hardly anyone will read.” Caspian lectured as he tried to ignore the butterflies in his stomach when she looked at him. He knew that wasn't true of course, her column was one of, if not the most, read in the country.