Summer 1889, Tewkey POV

Enola twirled her finger in the air trying to ask him to turn them around, to which he complied and then watched as she carefully spun herself to peer between the slats.

"Well, it's not the vicious republicans," she whispered as she turned back to him, "It is, however, the foreman, settling in for dinner and a cigarette."

They sighed in unison, not knowing how long it would be before they could escape.

As suddenly as she always moved, Enola's hand was on his injured arm, "Tewkey," she panicked, "You're bleeding."

Wanting to appear heroic, and slightly stupefied by being stuck pressed up against his fiancée in a dimly lit closet, Tewkey shrugged nonchalantly, "Like I said, they have knives." He winked at her, and then questioned himself for doing so.

"Blood loss makes you more daft than usual, wonderful," she sighed, before gesturing to his cravat, "May I?" He nodded as she untied it and then watched as she re-tied it around his bloody arm.

"Thank you, darling nurse," he flirted involuntarily, "I feel better already."

Enola smiled and rolled her eyes at him, "Are you going to do that the whole time we are stuck in here?" she asked pointedly, "Should I prepare to endure you reciting a sonnet?"

He laughed as loudly as he could get away with, "I'm not that cheesy," he smirked, "I have much better ideas of how to spend our time."

Before Enola could ask him what they were, he answered her by lightly grasping her chin and pressing his lips to hers. He could tell that she was not expecting the sudden change of mood when she squeaked lightly before kissing him back fervently.

Cognisant of their awkward conversation during the ball, Tewkey pulled away from the kiss to take a breath and obverse his now blushing fiancée. More of Enola's hair had fallen from underneath her cap, so he removed it. Partly to better run his hands through her chestnut curls, and partly so if they *were* discovered they would look like fools in love, instead of fools who were potentially breaking a half dozen laws. Not that anyone could be tricked by her disguise up close. Now seventeen, Enola had grown into her womanly curves and her mouth, when not talking his ears off, had formed into a rather delicious pout.

Sensing his thoughts, she intruded them, "You're rather handsome too," she twirled his own hair, which had grown back to its original length, "For a nincompoop."

Then it was his turn to make silly noises as she threw her arms around his neck and kissed him again. Shortly followed by a quiet noise of pain as his head collided with what he assumed was a mop, which she ignored.

Tewkey would have complained about the pain if his brain could focus on anything other than the bold assault on his lips his fiancée was making. For some reason, he had imagined Enola to be shy and proper in all things romantic, in contrast to her usual fiery and unrestrained nature. But this was a time he was quite happy to admit she had proven him wrong as she kissed him with little thought of the consequences. Consequences that were beginning to take effect.

Somewhere in the flurry of bold lips and cautious hands, Tewkey thought that he should really be cooling things off and apologising again for his behaviour, but the thought never connected to his body. He knew he had always loved Enola's tendency to take charge and run headlong into everything she did, but watching the inexperienced girl charge headfirst into a rather heated romance seemed to fry his braincells with desire. If she had asked him to kill someone in this moment, he probably would have smiled as he stabbed them in the heart.

"I think you look even more handsome without a jacket and tie," Enola panted as she pulled away from him, "You look ready to duel someone."

Tewkey smirked, "I thought I was?" he teased, "Is that not what we have been doing for the last ten minutes?"

Enola looked shocked and he was about to yell at himself for being too bold, "Ten minutes?" she gasped as she turned back to the door, "I completely forgot we were waiting the foreman out."

He watched he peer out through the door and then open it quickly, bringing more light onto her hair which was now a frizzy mess around her neck. If she was beautiful dressed up to perfection, she was stunning when dishevelled.

Tewkey was attempting to tame his own hair when Enola stopped scanning the now empty room and cautiously opened the office door. Silently she disappeared through it. By the time he had noticed and hurried to catch up with her, she was frustratedly shaking the handle of the door to the alleyway.

"It's locked." Enola panicked as she visually scanned the warehouse, "I don't think there's another way out."

Joining in the search for an escape Tewkey surveyed the small windows close to the vaulted ceiling, "We could break a window," he suggested, "I'm sure there would be something the right weight around here."

Enola looked in his direction and then to the window, "Impossible, Tewkesbury," she dismissed, "Unless there is also a twenty-foot ladder to get to the window."

Tewkey silently scolded himself for his foolish suggestion. Evidently his brain was still suffering the effects of being blood-starved by the cut on his arm, as well as other less noble consequences of the evening.

"It seems we are locked in here until the foreman returns," Enola groaned, pulling him out of his thoughts, "Most likely around eight in the morning."

As his fiancée wandered off, most likely in search of something, Tewkey sighed to himself, "Exactly how I wanted to spend my evening," he mumbled, "Locked in a cold smelly warehouse, with a potentially festering wound, no jacket, and a possible gang of murderers outside."

Enola returned in the middle of his complaints, "Viscount Tewkesbury you are entirely too dramatic," she rolled her eyes, "Plus, you also have me here to protect you from all of that nonsense."

"You will, huh?" He teased, "Do you have spare jacket in your pocket?"

She smiled at his silliness, "Of course not," and then pointed at the office, "Now come on, we can sleep in the office, it's a little less cold and smelly."