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"He's your father." Randy protested. He was now in the odd position of defending Lord Marlton - defending the bastard who banished Mary, whose sanctimonious propriety had pretty much killed her, the same man who had ordered Randy's beating. Here he was defending the arrogant nobleman who'd happily hang him from the old oak in the commons. It was not that his opinion of Lord Marlton had changed, but he didn't want Miss Charlotte to have to live with a father like that.

"Yes Mr. Fuller," Charlotte kissed him lightly to take any possible sting out of her retort. "I've known him all my life, and believe me when I tell you, he will not negotiate with you in good faith, not even to save the life of his own daughter."

"I'm sorry, Charlotte." Randy did his best not to let his anger for Lord Marlton rule his actions, but now he had the man's despicable neglect of his daughter to add to his list of grievances.

"I don't want your sympathy Mr. Ful-" Charlotte stopped herself with a sigh, "Thank-you Randy, really I mean it. It's just that I've lived with Father's disapproval for so long now that I'm used to it." She rested her head on Randy's chest and idly circled his nipple with the tips of her fingers for a few seconds before tilting her head so she could look him in the eye again.

"My father cares for nothing other than himself and his business ventures, he hates you for making him look foolish as much as he despises your larceny. Randy, I'm telling you he'll have his wardens all around just waiting for a chance to capture or kill you." Charlotte watched her words sink in and after a few seconds of careful deliberation she saw the clear blue of his eyes darken into a steel grey. He climbed suddenly to his feet and tossed the riding gown onto the bed.

"Get dressed Miss Charlotte." Mr. Fuller told her with a cold edge to his voice, and Charlotte did not know what to think. What had she said that had turned this gentle giant back into the cold-hearted outlaw her father's agents described?

Randy saw the concerned look on Miss Charlotte's face and smiled gently at her to take the sting out of his sudden change in attitude. He did not mean to scare her, but now more than ever he knew what he had to do. For close to a year now he had been an irritating gnat to Marlton, but no longer - tonight he was going to settle this business with his former Lord one way or another. He tried to explain as he pulled on his trousers and buckled on his belt.

"I think it's time I paid Marlton Manor a visit." Randy saw Charlotte's eyes widen as she realized what he was contemplating, and he made sure to soften his tone as he asked. "Do you think you can get me into your father's office?"