Today of all days, she couldn't afford to have the door of Gabe's lodgings shut in her face. Or for him to stand blocking the way to his room, either. "What do you mean, you want me to marry you immediately? Splen ...you can't come in here. I'm not ... I mean I'm not dressed. Splen ...No ... "
That he was dressed in a bed sheet was of absolutely no consequence to her. Not when she was going to have to confess her little faux pas with the earl. But once that was done and dusted with the proverbial feather one she'd been so good at wielding at Starkadder's, once Gabe knew and understood why she'd done it and just how awful Stillmore was-how awful this was-surely her heart would stop bumping against the velvet confines of her plain, simple bodice, of the plain, simple gown she'd somehow managed to drag on after a plain, simple sleepless night. She and Gabe would run away. Or she could hide here until they could legally marry.
"Fine ... "