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James sat at his desk with frustration. She was engaged, why had he done that? She's probably with him right now! The thought made him sick. But he quickly straightened up and shook his head. In a matter of hours he had fallen for this woman. He knew not of her or why she had confessed to him her story, but she did, and James loved it. He was so glad to actually have a female interested in talking to him than trying to marry him. So many countless dancing parties he stood by himself, afraid of all the wealthy, evil, conniving, viscous, and seducing little brats he had ever met. But this one, she was different.

A knock soon came to his door. Sitting up straight and grabbing papers into his hand to look as if he was doing something, he called for the person to come in.

George entered with a swagger and starred at his younger brother. "So, you have finally found someone."

George stood in silence for only a moment, then plopped himself in a chair opposite him with a glass of whine in his hand. It was very late and George's wife was already asleep. James said nothing and starred blankly at his papers.

"Come on…spit it out. You two were engaged in a conversation. You have barely said two words to any other woman that has spoken to you." George laughed at James.

"Like…" James said through gritted teeth.

George took a sigh and thought for a moment. "Like Miss. Mary Thermos. Father had introduced you to her just before he died. He liked Mary a lot, but you…you didn't say two words to her while she was over for dinner. Now look at her. She is a wife of a wealthy man like you and the mother of four sons. That could have been you. Not to mention she's gotten even prettier as the years fly by."

James sighed. "I was deeply enthralled in Elizabeth at that time, you know that."

George sighed. "Aw, yes. The one that broke your heart before you came here on a vacation?"

"Yes, that one." James cringed at the thoughts of that pretty young face sweeping through his mind.

George chuckled loudly at his brother. "What happened again?"

James said nothing. Elizabeth flooded his brain and it made him disgusted in himself to even think he had a chance.

"Oh, I remember. She was in love with the blacksmith, Will Tuner. So instead of obeying her father and marrying the rich and handsome Commodore, she fell for a pretty young lad like Mr. Turner. That only tells you one thing. If you had gotten married, she would have defied you in every way. Now, Lady McEllister is a woman of status and manners…she wouldn't do that to you."

James ground his molars in frustration at the thought of her. "It wasn't that! She was disgusted at the very thought of me! She would hardly look at me…am I that unlikable?"

George shook his head. "Brenna was looking at you. She was actually starring at you and examining you. As far as I could tell, she only held the sign of 'breathtaking'."

James formed a small smile at the corners of his mouth. "Thank you…"

George sat still for a moment, and then spoke only in a whisper. "You're better without her."

James said nothing. Then, with a quick sigh, he spoke. "I have asked to write her."

George stopped in mid-swig and looked at James. A smile broke out upon his face. "What did she say?"

"She said 'You may'".

They both broke out in smiles. Things were beginning to turn around for James. He was going to have his life and happiness back. But then James thought back to Beckett. She was engaged.

"In a letter, Beckett won't know that you talk to her." George said, reading his brother's thoughts.

"Well, what should I write?" James said leaning over a piece of paper.

George went over to his brother and they began to write the first of many letters that would save Brenna from falling into the arms of the wrong man…