Halfway down the service stairs, Felicity heard a guard describe the woman they were looking for. She had been carried off in her nightclothes, possibly unconscious, by a man who had forced his way into her bedroom. Beside her, Ivan had to stop so she could fix the back of his shirt. He had missed a button in the dark, and it bothered her that a man accused of stealing her could barely dress himself without her help.
"Hold still," she whispered. "If they catch us, I'd like whatever poor bastard writes the report to know you were properly buttoned when I kidnapped you."
He bent his knees to bring the back of his neck within reach. "I hope you'll mention that I went willingly. My mother's always worried I'd embarrass her in public."
