Once they were safely inside, the Duke pulled the Duchess into his office and closed the door. Ilona looked at her brother and found him staring after them, a strange expression on his face. She cleared her throat and his eyes moved to her.
"Thanks for that," she said, looked at a random painting instead of meeting his gaze.
She knew she could have saved herself and Delaney. She really didn't need his help. But she would thank him anyway and felt strangely relieved knowing he still cared about her enough to save her.
Or maybe he'd just done it to save his beloved duchess.
"Where have you two been?" Ian asked then.
Ilona felt her cheeks warm and she glanced his way, "We were just out."
"Out where? Doing what?"
"At a shop."
"What shop?"
Ilona frowned at her brother and took a deep breath. "At a dressmaker's shop."
Ian's eyebrows shot up, "Who was getting a dress? You?"
